She's twelve. She's not like everyone else and try as she might to follow the crowd, there's a drummer inside her aching to burst out.
Last night she was lauded for being her. Not the her that tries so hard to fit in, but the her that hears the drummer.
There's nothing better. Not even chocolate.
Moving Back the Island
10 years ago
2 comments:
So lovely, she and this writing about her.
I loved reading this.
Thanks, danni!
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