Oct 2020
The girl was running down the road,
her pigtails were indeed a mess.
The boy was playing with a plastic sword,
his mouth was covered with chocolate mousse.
They were laughing so hard,
but I was astounded when they asked.
"What is truth?"
her pigtails were indeed a mess.
The boy was playing with a plastic sword,
his mouth was covered with chocolate mousse.
They were laughing so hard,
but I was astounded when they asked.
"What is truth?"
There are instances when children ask you a difficult question that seemed so easy to answer but takes a lifetime to provide one.
(27/F/Philippines)
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