The Hours
Flash backs of my childhood. The little boy is me, his quite concern, the sense of foreboding, the feeling of responsibility, I have to make it better, I have to take care of mommy. “I love you mommy.” The quite cry that maybe with these words things will be made all better.
Flash backs of my childhood. The little boy is me, his quite concern, the sense of foreboding, the feeling of responsibility, I have to make it better, I have to take care of mommy. “I love you mommy.” The quite cry that maybe with these words things will be made all better.
posted by Bethany at Thursday, September 25, 2003
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