My Daughter’s Bullies Visited Her Hospital Room Every Day—Then One of Them Asked, “Do You Really Have No Idea What She Did?”
Yes.
Blueberry.
I asked:
“You like these now?”
“No.”
“Then why are you eating one?”
She shrugged.
“Nostalgia.”
Yes.
Blueberry.
I asked:
“You like these now?”
“No.”
“Then why are you eating one?”
She shrugged.
“Nostalgia.”
