Your cries pierce the silence again today, which tells mommy you’ve got a stinky messy going on in your diapee that she has to take care of, Mommy’s heard that type of constant crying enough times to know. She walks into your room, the floor creaking under her heels with each step. At thirty years old, always after a stressful day at work or coming back from an outing, you go into your little space and act like a baby, and she’s always here to remind you that she’s supposed to be taking care of […]