It was July 13, when Mom and Dad brought me home. Connor kept picking at me. Mom told him to stop, it was too late. I baby barfed all over. Mom didn't think about baby barf when she packed my first diaper bag. The rest of the ride was better, Connor kept trying to read books to me, but he couldn't. When we got home, the first thing mom did was clean the backseat.
YOU ARE READING
Me and the Drama of Being A Teenager
Storie d'amoreThis book will be about me and what I go through so you know how I turned out. Not everything is great either, so happy reading! I want to thank everyone who reads this. I appreciate it a lot!
