Scheherazade85

(written on a Monday)

Only one incident brightened my blue Monday.

I visited my ex's mom and when I got there, a kid greeted me. It was his six-year old niece that I was very fond of and haven't seen for quite a long time. Eyes widened, she paused to examine me carefully and when I raised my arms to hug her, she unhesitatingly embraced me, looked me in the eye, smiled and said, "You look like my Ate Maf2x (That's me!)."

That just killed me.

(Kids still call me that. Kills me everytime. )