Adorned with bursting peonies and delicate cherry blossoms.
I let my hair grow long and left the slight, natural wave.
I floated around in the mornings.
Making french press coffee and perfectly poached eggs.
The sun beaming in from the kitchen windows.
My son sat in his high chair.
Patiently waiting for his avocado and tomato on toast.
He smiled at me.
Showing all four of his perfectly straight and white front teeth.
Showing all four of his perfectly straight and white front teeth.
I selfishly wanted him to think I was the perfect image of femininity.
His first memories of me filtered in the morning light.
Always soft spoken and gentle and kind.
With ever open arms.
Showing him how to be kind to people.
Meek and humble.
Meek and humble.
How being the quietest man in the room usually meant you were
the strongest.
With nothing to prove.
An unassuming confidence.
