Month: March 2008
Mommy, My Mommy
I just can’t understand why I have such a conflicting mom: Story number 1: Once upon a beautiful day, she walked graciously into my room, pulled out my wardrobe door and then stormed out at my desk and gasped: “Can you just get rid of the mess in your closet?”. “Why?”. “Because I’m sick of it!”. “Mom,…