"Come on, sweetheart. It's time to take your medicine," urged Mom. "But, Mom, I don't want to," Rosie protested. "Don't you want strong bones? You don't want seizures, do you? That's what your vitamins are for! They'll make you feel better!"
By Rachel Kiehne2 years ago in Criminal
Pounding on the door. Praying for a sober mom. Her lips are pale blue.
By Rachel Kiehne3 years ago in Poets
