I feel my worries of waking her dwindling with every second. It’s only because I love her. With every action, there’s a louder moan. Dad died before I could even talk and everyone else bailed at any chance they got. It’s only because I love her. I can’t dwell on them too much. Let me please you.”
She still seems unsure. I’ve always found it unfair, though. Yes, mommy. This’ll be a piece of cake. Just think of this as a reward for working oh so hard. “You know, mom,” I start, “I know a guy who’s in the reflexology business and he actually showed me a few things.”
She narrows her eyes, making me realize the mistake of my phrasing. I was all she had and she was all I had. The more I go, the more proud I’m feeling of myself. I love it so much. All of that was just off the top of my head.
