You think I don't understand, but I know your human. Trying to make a living, songs you've been singing. Daddy, look, your nickname was Rainbow, and you are as colorful as one can be. But Da, please understand I won't always be your little pup, I'm growing and I need room to do so.
Love ya,
Asha
YOU ARE READING
Letters unsent
Non-FictionI decided I hate summer. Because now I can't hand stuff off personally, so here ya go, my precious pack mates!!!
