the big things are never big things, we know that.
it’s a lazy evening (after an exhausting day), thinking sweet thoughts of the boy who’s stealin’ my heart. then, a knock on the hull: two bright eyed babies with enormous pamelos in hand. everyone knows i’m just wild for them.
IF YOU WERE MY FAVORITE RED SUNDRESS, WHERE WOULD YOU BE!!!!
HUSH YOU, MAMA. STOP CRYING OF TEARS. IS GOOD THING I MEET BOY. STILL I HAVE LOVE FOR YOU, BUT I WISH MAKE STRONG BABIES FOR PLOW FIELDS. IS HARD WORK, FIELDS. ALL DAY I DO.
I COME HOME IN MORNING. BELLY MAYBE FULL OF BABIES. THEN WE MAKE FUN DAY TOGETHER. WE GO MARKET AND BUY POTATO.