My Wonderful Youth, by Philip Wendt
I'm a big kid now but I remember. I was always cozy, warm and snug as a bug in a rug. I was never hungry and most times mommy fed me yummy food. She sang to me a lot which was nice because I was bored a lot, I had nobody to play with. One day something grabbed my leg. It pulled and pulled and then everything was so bright. When my eyes could see again I saw my mommy. She was just as beautiful as I imagined. She held me and smiled, her new baby girl.
23/10/2019 01:47:21 pm
This is lovely. I really enjoyed the twist at the end!
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