she was the catalyst.once upon a time she held me and loved:thumb104644851: :thumb68745396: :thumb91234951: :thumb109399181:
me and taught me my letters and numbers
and colors and gave me the tools I needed
to create my world.
I taught her as much as she taught me,
but I didnt realize it until later.
once upon a time she wished she could
forget all the times someone told me
you look so much like your mother
and I coolly replied I dont see it;
and once upon a time she knew she
could never ignore the ice in my voice
when I teased her. she knew I wasnt
really joking when I said that I would
hate to grow up like her; she knew I
meant it when I said that I loved you