Much of the time mother made me over, I would come to stare at myself in the mirror. Where in the beginning, typical of a boy, it was a mix of horror, disbelief and confusion, over time I feared that my horror was wearing off, that I was becoming used
Much of the time mother made me over, I would come to stare at myself in the mirror. Where in the beginning, typical of a boy, it was a mix of horror, disbelief and confusion, over time I feared that my horror was wearing off, that I was becoming used