WAR IN WORDS
Jul 14, 2022
1 minute
Bouncing my knee, I propped a book on my leg.
With my daughter Polly, three, pointing at the pictures and my 18-month-old son Bobby, happy gurling along, it was a usual home setting.
Teddy bears scattered all over the house.
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