Through unsubtle baiting my mother made me a reading child. I read in the dark and on moving cars and lost some vision. I read before tests and lost many marks. It gave me tools to judge everyone so harshly that I got lonely and under-confident. All her fault.
Mummy Culpa.
For teaching me of loves inspite.
Friday, March 15, 2013
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