I have had three mommies and three daddies. They were all different, and they all loved me, for as long as they could.
I have had three mommies and three daddies. They were all different, and they all loved me, for as long as they could.
There was once a very powerful man, who employed a great number of people. He wasn’t very nice, but there weren’t many other options for the people that worked for him.
There was once a young boy named Chris. Life was hard for him and his family. They were refugees, and were forced to live in a strange country because of the political situation back at home.
There once was a scrap of fabric. It lay in a bin of other scraps in a small quilting shop owned by a kind old man.