Whatcha makin’?” I lift the little pot. I need to stuff it. And crochet the succulents for it. And put a little “I’m totally okay and don’t dream about horrible fathers” smile on the pot. With tiny blushies. Because tiny blushing succulent pots are important for my mental health.
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