index | archives | notes Tuesday, Dec. 05, 2023 9:21 p.m. << [ how many more do i get ] >> "Mommy, stay." I kiss the daffodils that grow from her head. "Mommy stay one more minute." Bittersweet when she asks; every time she says it I think about how some day it will be the last. Sooner than later she will be 16 and hating me, crawling out of her skin to escape me like I did (am) my parents. "Okay sweetie. Mommy stay one more minute." << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org