She Was a Hoarder
She was a collector. A saver. A pack rat. She saved the smell of bubble gum breath and cinnamon-scented hair, of coconut detangler and Vicks Vaporub. She stockpiled the feel of soft, tiny toes pressed gently against her lips. Of monkey-like legs wrapped around her waist. She had a impressive collection of uppies and lay-with-mes and an infinite number of one-two-three-whees. She saved snippets of … Continue reading She Was a Hoarder