You become. It takes a long time!

the velveteen rabit 5

When I was a just a little girl I had a best friend named  “Dusie.” She knew the dark secrets of my early childhood, back then when I was just a little girl and I still lived with my birth-givers. She was there when I cried and she was there when I laughed and played. She stayed with me when I left my parents house, to live with my Grandmother.  Continue reading