It’s Chicken or the Phone. You Decide.

A beautiful child lies sleeping in my bed. I watch him quietly, controlling my breathing so I don’t wake him up. He’s perfect; an Angel. I roll slightly to my right side. His eyelashes flutter and his eyes fly wide open. “Mama. I’m bored, give me breakfast. Where’s my phone?” Downstairs, I hand him aContinue reading “It’s Chicken or the Phone. You Decide.”

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