My child.
Makes me mad as hell.
Then looks at me, says, “sorry” with a look in his eyes that tells me he really means it.
Hell no longer, I wonder what it was that I was so angry about.
My child.
Makes me mad as hell.
Then looks at me, says, “sorry” with a look in his eyes that tells me he really means it.
Hell no longer, I wonder what it was that I was so angry about.
