• A is for Agape

Small Visitors of the Creepy Crawly Kind


And then today, as I stood blow drying my hair, innocently unaware that my daughter had popped into my bathroom, I felt a tap on my leg.  I turned around to see a little outstretched hand, the tiniest, sweetest sight to any mother, and in it a roly-poly, wiggling with all it’s might.  And on my daughter’s face not just a smile but a beam.  Without a trace of guile, she stood there showing me her prize.  I hid my own surprise, though it had finally come after all these years, in the form on a little girl in pink.  And I will now be inspecting all her small pockets for visitors.

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