Am I raising her? Or is she raising me?

Mary Ann is not like most ten year olds. Sure, in some ways she’s similar. She loves to shop at Justice, stay up late, eat pizza and play Roblox. She watches Netflix and chats on FaceTime with her girlfriends and Uncle Jesse and Joey and anyone else who will listen, and she fights with herContinue reading “Am I raising her? Or is she raising me?”