Father/Mother, your like puppet masters...
SHE WROTE IN HER DIARY No ribbons, bows or pink lace, only curly long locks around my freckled face, I don’t want dolls or to play with others, I only want to dress up and go to town, Mom and Pop’s spent too much time arguing, too many empty whiskey bottles, upset furniture, messes for me to clean... Sign in to see full entry.