Prompts = Zoo, Xylophone, Question
Two more months, and you, Mr. Kicky, will be out of my tummy and in my arms. I’m looking forward to seeing you, loving you, being your Mom.
I remember growing up with music. Not just listening. Oh no. Playing. A little xylophone was my first instrument; it’ll be yours too. There’s no question those few tinny notes helped make sense of a new and big world. I learned the alphabet while playing the song; we’ll do that too.
So many people are like zoo animals; locked up, caged, trapped within colourless circumstances. Let’s dance, sing, love, and be free.
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