Could this child be a relative, maybe a distant cousin with those blonde eyelashes like mine and that nose that looks like my son's? I don't recollect any family in the Scott's Run area but sometimes families traveled when a mine closed.
You entitled insolent child You have been mollycoddled And catered to your entire Short life. Not even 18 and think you are an adult. How dare you think that you can tell me what to do How dare you assume anything about me About life in general You have not lived long enough to assume. Your sheltered existence One of helicopter moms always hovering Never having truly lived at all. Assuming you can tell an adult what to do Assuming you know what to do Assuming that anyone will even listen to your orders You are a child still clinging to mommy’s skirt Surprised when the world calls you out…