Happy Birthday my little Boy.
Today you are 22. I can’t touch you, hug you, or draw you a card. I can’t hear your voice or subject you to listening to my off key loud version of Happy Birthday. I haven’t seen you in just short of a year again. Last time I saw you, you were thinner, smaller, and still very angry with the 21 years of pain where I couldn’t make it better.
” what the hell are you thinking???? didn’t I tell you about the time I got busted smuggling kittens in from India to sell to the Russians during the cold war? yeah well that’s EXACTLY how that entire thing all started
Long ago in a land not so very far there was a very young Lion. The little lion was headstrong as young lions are. The little lion was very curious, adventurous and would always get into trouble. The Lion had been placed in the care of a Warbler, the Warbler like most Warblers was ill prepared, […]
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