Natalie Jacobs


Super Mom

As I walk inside my house and sigh, I look around the room. Pillows on the sofa, dinner being cooked, the smell of peppermint mocha, and the sight of a calendar-booked, than I hear a sound a tip tap tep. I walk around the kitchen and its Super Mom I see. I look at her and smile; she smiles back at me she looks as if she’s run a mile her fingers on

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