Excuse me, but when did my firstborn become a real kid, a beautiful kid, with her own friends and her own big heart, and her own opinion about things? Tonight she is sleeping over at a friend's house. And you know what? I miss her.
Excuse me, but when did my firstborn become a real kid, a beautiful kid, with her own friends and her own big heart, and her own opinion about things? Tonight she is sleeping over at a friend's house. And you know what? I miss her.
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