January has issues with her mother, February is always talking about what he wants to do while March does them, April eats sweets and May pays for them, June is the oldest but not the wisest and July always has an opinion on everything. August never stops trying do the right thing, even if he doesn't always know what that is. September once saw something so sad, she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for anyone, vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not for theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is tired but always hopeful. He has never once stopped believing.
Monday's obviously a bastard, quite literally as dad can't remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday's temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesn't say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They're in love. Friday's always wasted and her and Saturday hold each tightly other until their delirium fades.
But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she's the dawn.
Do you ever have encounters with strangers that leave you wondering for the whole day? A nice gesture from a perfect stranger or making eye contact with someone at the mall and not looking away. You know? That kind of thing...does it ever happen to you? Yesterday this person was nice to me. And I can still remember them today.
Thank you stranger :)
I am currently distant teaching Mohammed how to cook, and following up and it's so much fun! It makes me smile how cute he is taking, very carefully, instructions!
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