Last Friday, when I returned from work, Cierra asked if she could speak to me privately. I figured she was just going to expound on her severe hatred for me.
We go into my room. And out it comes:
"Mom, can I see those things that you use whn you get that bleeding thing?"
BLOW TO MY STOMACH BECAUSE I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS!
"You mean menstruation, my
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