Darla's Mom

Sometimes I look at my floor…In the silence of an absentee toddler and it feels like the aftermath of a tragedy.

And then she runs back in, smelling of gingerbread and juice.

Her pink curtains make the room look pink

Apparently she wanted to know how this went together because an hour ago the paper was on the holder. Now her shorts are here (evidence that she was in here) and the roll is on the floor but the support beam is in place.

Wow.
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