I don’t have any children. Instead, I have a story. I had a friend once, who I no longer keep in touch with, who probably will never see this. We’ll call her Erica. She had two children, one who lived with her (the child’s) father, and one who lived with Erica. Erica’s daughter, I’ll call Bailey, and while I knew the two of them, she went from about five years old to seven or eight. She was kind of tall, with a long torso and faint freckles under her eyes. I’d hang out sometimes, … [Read more...]
