Mama, cold hearted child, tell me how you feel
Just a blade in the grass, spoke unto the wheel
Mama, cold hearted child, tell me how you feel
Just a blade in the grass, spoke unto the wheel
Amanda’s birthday just passed, and it was the first time in years we were together for such an occasion. Because it had been so long, I decided to make this one particularly special for her. After my USMLE exam, I relaxed by working on my paper and, more relevantly, crafting a glass tile mosaic art piece for Amanda with the help of my mom.
I also managed to surprise her twice.