My Younger Me
Guess who I saw today, A little girl! When I saw her, I smiled because I remembered you, I remembered you, my younger me. I was told that you were born many years ago, I really wished I could tell what your face looked like when you came out from mummy's womb, But I was told that seeing your face as she held you in her arms, brought tears of joy from her eyes. What were the sounds that you made relishing mummy's breast milk? Sincerely, when I hear babies make amusing sounds when they are being b
