A tale of two parents

My folks had a relationship like a bar of soap The more you use it the thinner it gets. After they broke up they both leaned on me the middle child, their “daughter”. I knew my mum would need me Over the years I understood our relationship. She needed me, the girl, to confide in.

vomit #55

‘In a world that has decided that it’s going to lose its mind Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind’