Who Are You? | Chapter 4
So many faces to see.
So many wet kisses for free.
They hug me and sing.
Some bounce me on a knee.
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So many faces to see.
So many wet kisses for free.
They hug me and sing.
Some bounce me on a knee.
Like the syrup and butter Mom and Dad would slather on waffles or pancakes Saturday mornings, she had an irresistible scent that took all of my will power to restrain from licking her face…
Life is made of hugs, kisses, and milk.
Sweet smiles, bad breath, and diaper changes at will.
And then,
panting face, slobbery kisses, and nose with a chill