My Reflection
- By candidasullivan
- August 4, 2011
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The first time I saw my son stomp to his bedroom and then slam the door, I knew I was looking at my own reflection. It was even more pronounced … Continue Reading →
The first time I saw my son stomp to his bedroom and then slam the door, I knew I was looking at my own reflection. It was even more pronounced … Continue Reading →