Martha called him her Dandelion. Dandelion. Called him Dandelion when he’d roar his little roar with widened eyes and mouth stretched to brandish fangs he didn’t have. 1,974 more words
She’s loud. She’s mouthy. She’s spirited. She’s willful. She’s sassy. She’s too much. She’s my daughter. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now, no two people are exactly alike, but I always feared (and now I know, rightfully so) that I wouldn’t be able to escape the tough time I had given my Mom, over the years. 573 more words