weavingwords
Mother loves her morning espresso hot. Just like everyone else, I guess. But mother is not everyone, she is the person least alike to everyone.
My toothbrush is pink, just like everything else I own. I'm wearing a pink shirt, pink tutu, pink ballerina flats, pink ribbon. Basically, I'm a typical little girl who has an obsession with pink. And glitter.
I've been wearing this bracelet since the moment I met her. The day she offered me her lunch, I knew that we were made to be there for each other.
The falcon tightened its grip on my shoulders. I was practically carrying his weight.