Photo: Lisse (NL), April 2010"Where are my glasses?". I was going back to my room after lunch. I wish I could cover my eyes and pretend not to see what's going on. I wish I were a small child in my mom's arms. The naked truth about how I feel now is that I talk to myself in English and honestly, it freaks me out.
Love,
Elisa
2 comments:
actually, it keeps happening to me also, as timepass. :-O
:-*
http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1111/j.1548-1492.2010.01066.x/full. Saw this and thought of you. It's about raising children in the US and Italy
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