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.
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in this rush to think out of the box ,I forgot to see whats inside.
2 comments:
Also. Without your glasses and bad marks and lonerness you would not have been half as lovable. Mothers be wise.
I remember reading your blog a long time back or what seems like very long ago. It's nice to revisit a fellow loner. Good to know you haven't given in or given up.
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