• my mother, on my eleventh birthday gave me my first ever bit of money, she had given me a silver dollar. though it didn’t give me much to spend, it was still nice to have for my birthday.

  • My mother pulled up to the dentist office. Parking her car she gazed from the side of the window to take a peek at my reflection. “Come on, it won’t be that bad” She puffed

  • I gave quick sigh of discontent, looking down at the unfinished patches of silk, “Screwed up once again . . ” I groan whilst pushing the ruined ‘ cloth ‘ away from me.