…in which the creature attempts to raise me as her own.

I was up first this mistical morning.

Visited our beauty and caught her profile against the wet blanket.

Ning surprised me at the breakfast table with a dish she had prepared. It was swiftly relocated to the boot room.

I love you too, sweetheart. But no thank you.

And the rest of the day is being spent in a fit of domestic mayhem wherein I atone for the sin of deliberately letting everything go to hell for a few days. One by one I am discovering all of my daughter’s sticker stack Toynbee tiles along the way.

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