The warmth from the sun is radiating on my back as I'm lying face down on my towel, listening to the happy cheers and screaming of kids splashing around in the waves. Nothing can make me unhappy right now i am in the perfect place, it is the perfect time.
Then my towel starts moving like someone's trying to tug it out from under my body. I hear the questioning sound in the distance of a child calling for their mother. A few tugs later that voice is right in my ear. I jump up scared to death because a sudden amount of weight has been thrown onto my bladder. I now suddenly feel like I'm going to pee on myself. I look down to my lap because i noticed that the weight hasn't moved, and just then i am snapped back into reality.
It's 4 in the morning and my 4 year old daughter is sitting there staring at me with the most concerned look on her face.
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The Group's All Grown Up
أدب المراهقينSix girls, so different but so similar. Each one different, talented, successful, and most of all each one completely gorgeous in their own way. I am one of those six girls, my names Catherine, and i am apart of a group. But it's not just any group...
