I remember being loved. Not just caresses and kisses. I remember walks to parks. I remember hands picking me up and swinging me high, stories under a vivid blue sky. I remember sweet encouragement, and fingers smelling faintly of cooking doing up my buttons, pointing out different kinds of plants. I remember excitement after a… Continue reading Memories
Are you? I don’t really look at the sky anymore, and I can’t remember the last time I was on my hands and knees in the grass. I remember the surge of excitement to see a green hill, because it meant rolling down while my mother called out to me about grass stains. I remember… Continue reading I am afraid to grow up.