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MOTHERING INSTINCT Tears...tears well but don't fall. Bottom lip. . .trembles. Top lip. . . quivers & just before she can begin to howl... ...I howl! I open my mouth & - bawl! Stunned she stares at my open mouth with nothing but sobs coming out. 'I'm...cryin'...'cos...you were.. ...gonna...cry! ' I manage to blurt out (trying not to laugh behind my crocodile tears) . She climbs up on my lap (a sturdy little foot on each patella) wipes my fake tears away with her hair. 'Ah...Dónall Dónal...not cry! ' 'Big boy not cry! Sillly...Dónall cry! ' 'Shhhhhhhh! 'she sushes me kissing a me(guilty) of unleashing my four year olds mothering instinct.
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
MOTHERING INSTINCT
MOTHERING INSTINCT Tears...tears well but don't fall. Bottom lip. . .trembles. Top lip. . . quivers & just before she can begin to howl... ...I howl! I open my mouth & - bawl! Stunned she stares at my open mouth with nothing but sobs coming out. 'I'm...cryin'...'cos...you were.. ...gonna...cry! ' I manage to blurt out (trying not to laugh behind my crocodile tears) . She climbs up on my lap (a sturdy little foot on each patella) wipes my fake tears away with her hair. 'Ah...Dónall Dónal...not cry! ' 'Big boy not cry! Sillly...Dónall cry! ' 'Shhhhhhhh! 'she sushes me kissing a me(guilty) of unleashing my four year olds mothering instinct.
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
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