Stories...

When he held my breast with his uncertain palms, I was at my ends in my many attempts to persuade him to not insert those unholy silver wares through his cheeks and tongue. I was momentarily interrupted from my persuasions, which I realized, were never heeded anyways for he, like his father, was very certain about what he must do with his life...

As I entered the house, my husband asked if I went to feed ‘the dog’. I said ‘yes,’ and it was the first time we made any reference to Maggie, the then nameless dog. Once you start feeding two strays, a mother and a daughter, it is impossible to stop doing that. They now got bread pieces soaked in milk for breakfast and our leftovers for lunch and dinner.