It ends with you planting a fervid kiss on my forehead. A kiss after a hug. A hug in which you were terrified
I have a super girl in my life.
Last weekend, I apathetically attended a work related function. I had planned to chill at home, but when duty calls you are left with no choice. It was an exhibition and my job there, was to smile and answer the queries of potential and current clients who passed by our stand.
This week’s post will land me in trouble. I am sure I will be summoned to The Hague (my parent’s bedroom), where I will be offered a seat and a lengthy lecture from mum. Here is the thing though, I am used to her lectures.
This week’s post will not be an article entirely written by me.