I speak French, sorry if you don't get it. Basically the little sister put skittles in with the antidepressants of her older sister and then the sister got mad but then the little one said Skittles make me happy so I though you could have some
I love getting older. My understanding deepens. I can see what connects. I can weave stories of experience and apply them. I can integrate the lessons. Things simply become more & more fascinating. Beauty reveals itself in thousands of forms.