Being Little...
It's funny how Someone who does not understand, or knows how to be a Daddy, makes my little disappear, run and hide.
Locking herself away from the world.
As if she has done something wrong, or was wrong for being who she is.
In another instance.
All One had to do, was to come knocking at my door.
One who knows how to interact with me.
Very easily bringing my little to the surface, with absolutely no resistance at all.
Knowing the needs of a little.
Bringing forth that little.
Because He sees her needs.
And all of this done, by One whom i had never spoken with before.
Brings into perspective and insight to my already chotic mind.
Being Little...
Please Don't Look Down On me.
Don't Lock me Away.
For i Need To Play.
It's Hard To Be me.
Never Having One To Comfort me.
Thank You
flitterfly... :):):)
DawnRobin 🥰
