Apr 13, 2021
2 min read
My Ma Cher Amio
Those 4 words slay me, give me joy and Hope, and overwhelm me with a real, real, real reality
I’ve not laid eyes on her since spring 2020— not in person, anyway. Yet I know that by now she will have become more lovely, her eyes will have turned more emerald-like, and her hair will have become more rich in brown-red tint. How do I know this, when I’ve not seen her? Simple.
