Tears.
Lots of them. On my carpet, on my bed.
Lace is so cruel, sometimes. But I still love her.
They're staring at me.
I look around to see golden faces peer down at me. Most 1st place trophies, a few 2nd places. Best quarterback, best team captain, hardest worker.
They're judging my lack of strength.
I just want to hide from all these golden faces.
But I can't.
They're everywhere.
YOU ARE READING
Three's A Crowd
Humor"Twins are hard, Mary." "Try triplets on for size, bitch. I don't need your shit right now." "Mary! Don't swear, you're in a Happy Mothers meeting." "Go fuck a tree, Linda. This shit hurts like hell."
