Please just let me take your picture...

please, please, please..

3.28.2010

Oh you have issues honey, don't you?

I had stood at the age of seven, gripping my mother's wrists, trying as hard as i could to keep her from going...

Her eyes, i recall, melting with tenderness and confusion, as she continued muttering strange, unwieldy words: "My little eye sack. My little Brahma lamb. Mommy's going to be okay. Don't worry."







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