Baby
To them, I'm still a baby.To never grow up.
No feelings, shrinkable, nothing of importance.
When I'm 12, I'm 2.
When I'm 11, I'm 1
When I'm 10, I'm a newborn.
No feelings.
Say all you want to me. I'm stupid, I'm ugly. I'm still a baby, I don't understand what you're saying.
Shrinkable.
My mom, my sister, a piece of furniture, and me. In a car. My mom in the driver's seat. My sister in the passenger seat. The table taking eight-tenths of the back. I take the rest.
Nothing of Importance.
When a relative calls, they say "Hello. How are you doin? Can I talk to your sister?" Then they, my relative and my sis, talks for an hour about grown-up, important things.
To never grow up.
When I'm 11 my sis says " You should start doing chores. All the big twelve year olds are doing it!"
To them I'm still a baby.
To never grow up.
When I'm 12, I'm 2.
When I'm 11, I'm 1
When I'm 10, I'm a newborn.
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