Dearest boy in heaven,
Everybody hates mondays.
But we don't, right?
Because every monday you get to go to my place and we ate together a bowl of backed macaroni my mother prepared.
When we were in high school, we still don't hate mondays because I get to go to your place and we'll bake some cookies.
Then we ate it with your family.
Even if the cookies were few, everyone could eat because it's only you, your father, your mother and me.
It's funny how you're father asks my name every monday.
YOU ARE READING
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