I never like to say Ms. K is like a mother to me, because I don’t know what it feels like to have one. Not one who gives a fuck, anyway. But I imagine that, in another life, if Ms. K was my mama, she’d be perfect at the job. She’d nurture me and see about me and give me something to look for in a woman. Kindness, maybe. Sincerity. I don’t know.
oh she’s definitely your mama no if ands or buts
