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.
now, watching…
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.