He came to me yesterday as I prepared myself for dress rehearsal. The musical is set in 1947 so I had on dark eyeliner, a skirt, lips so red they glow in the dark and hair so curly that I vaguely resembled Simba.
He looked up at me with big eyes, then a slow smile spread across his face.
“You bootiful, Mom,” he said.
“Thank you, buddy,” I replied. My heart sort of melted at that point.
Then he grabbed my hand and gave it a tug. “Come down here,” he said, pulling me to my knees. “I wanna give you a hug ‘tause you bootiful.”
Then I promised everything he ever wanted and more. Money. Cars. His brother and sister’s inheritance.
He gets it all…
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