I wait for sleep, for the fever to break, the tooth to fall out, the rash to go away.
By Zsofia McMullin
Zsofia McMullin
I can’t help feeling sad for all the things I imagined his childhood to be, but now know it won’t.
By Zsofia McMullin
I wait for sleep, for the fever to break, the tooth to fall out, the rash to go away.
By Zsofia McMullin
I can’t help feeling sad for all the things I imagined his childhood to be, but now know it won’t.
By Zsofia McMullin
