What if I confess(ed) a dark part of myself?
What if I confess(ed) a dark part of myself?
Do you promise to keep this a secret between you and me?
Hey Little One…
“Why am I here?” you ask. “What have I done to deserve this life? Why not me?”
I remember I was playing with my siblings in our living room while mama was in the kitchen preparing dinner. I remember the sound of her sweet tinkling voice when she called out to us that our papa was back…. My little sister, Isabelle, and I ran to door and counted slowly to a hundred as we waited for papa to come in.