My daughter, your daughter too. They’ll cry. No matter why, breathe. Listen. Solve when asked.
They’ve no idea. Knowing the truth has marred us. Do we tell the kids?
When I wake up I want to be a grown-up. And I’ll tell you why. Every night after dinner, my mom and dad tell me we have a big day planned tomorrow and tell me all the things we have to do. And every night after talking about it all, I just wish for once…