I brought home my tenth-grade school pictures and showed them to Mum. “That’s an awful picture”, she proclaimed, and then held it up next to my face. “But it looks just like you.”
She claims she doesn’t remember saying that. Obviously, I do.
I brought home my tenth-grade school pictures and showed them to Mum. “That’s an awful picture”, she proclaimed, and then held it up next to my face. “But it looks just like you.”
She claims she doesn’t remember saying that. Obviously, I do.