“But…I don’t want you to leave,” she says. Her words were not disturbing, it was the tone of her voice and the frantic, erratic look in her clear glassy blue eyes. Her eyes, azure, layered with bags underneath them, so distinct and elevated from her face that they looked like puddy.
Leaving mom
Leaving mom
Leaving mom
“But…I don’t want you to leave,” she says. Her words were not disturbing, it was the tone of her voice and the frantic, erratic look in her clear glassy blue eyes. Her eyes, azure, layered with bags underneath them, so distinct and elevated from her face that they looked like puddy.