Falling in love with my ’fro

“I can’t please everyone, and I don’t have to either”

he wheels crunched over uneven pebbles, sending awkward random vibrations through my pram. I remember opening my mouth wide to make a sound that would whirl into the market street like a washing machine. Whuhuhuhuuhuuuurrrrrrrrrrr. I was happy. Mom was always one of those strong independent women (like the ones