Just waiting.
To be opened.
To be read.
To be splashed on by the tears of my mother.
My mom. Who doesn't know. Not yet.
And I'm scared. And anxious. And sad.
So my heart is in a mailbox and my bum is on pins and needles.
Waiting.
Waiting.
It's very uncomfortable.
I am praying for you.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I appreciate every drop of kindness and every prayer in my behalf.
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