anna_mw VT YWP Alumni Posts Fiction By anna_mw Holding her hand When she is born, you hold her close. You caress her small, soft head as you put her to sleep. You hold her hands as her small, pudgy feet pad across the white carpet.
Fiction By anna_mw Holding her hand When she is born, you hold her close. You caress her small, soft head as you put her to sleep. You hold her hands as her small, pudgy feet pad across the white carpet.
