myahh moné
Joined December 2020
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The Wrong Partner
It's March 15, 1920. The Millers talk, and laugh while they dine. The door is open letting in the heat, and the curtains are drawn letting in the sun. In walks Mary Brown. She is as beautiful as the light from the sun was bright. Her hair hung to her bosom, and today it was in two braids. Her entry caught the attention of the son, Johnathan, instantly.
By myahh moné5 years ago in Humans
The Silent Writer
I always hoped the doctors were wrong. That he’d get older and talk like every other kid. Like normal kids. I’d tell him, whining won’t get you what you want words will. He’d try to talk, like open his mouth and hope words would come out. It hurt to watch him cry when they didn’t.
By myahh moné5 years ago in Families
