The four-year old’s 'brown eyes bewitch. Her smile is entrapping, but the enticement should not be mistaken for weakness. She knows what she wants and pushes to the ultimate. Glory, glory Christmas was a perfect time for her mother to threaten calls to Santa Claus to encourage obedience.
The little one was sitting on the toilet. “Mama, I want Santa Claus’s phone number.”
The mother was silent.
“I mean it. Every one has his number but me, and they’re telling him lies about my life.”
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