In the pictures, the child, Millicent is her name, is gazing over her own tiny shoulder. She's turned three quarters away from her mom, a confident looking woman, scanning the horizon for information about this world. So I decide to give her some.
Little Millicent - You are such a cutiepie! This is Amanda in Astoria, Queens! FYI, in the summer of 2005 your daddy fucked me three times in a weekend then never called me again. I did, eventually, get a text message from him. It was New Year's Eve. He wished me well. I guess he thought that text would make 2006 a little less shitty. For him, not for me. Believe me when I say, 2006 was REALLY shitty for me! Lost my job and cat, dropped my computer. The list goes on. I don't know what made me think me and your dad had a future. I liked the story of how we first saw each other (shared glances on a train) and how we eventually met (lobby of a building! we were going to the same party!) I'm a sucker for a romance, good story, and coincidence. I wouldn't recommend it! But, now we're "friends." I'm going to guess that was probably just his email address book knitting us back together. Anyway, you're a good looking kid. I hope no one ever treats you the way your papasan treated me. ♥Amanda
I click return and watch my words blossom on the screen. I make myself a cup of tea. Facebook is fun.
|By Villemot (1911–1989), Woman study.|