My mother had me when she was almost 40 years old. My brother was 18 when I was born. I've always felt that he would have rather had a car than a little sister. But such is life, right? Growing... Continue Reading →
My mother had me when she was almost 40 years old. My brother was 18 when I was born. I've always felt that he would have rather had a car than a little sister. But such is life, right? Growing... Continue Reading →