When I’m Your Hush Puppy, It’s OK to Cry

When I was six years old, my mom was diagnosed with leukemia and I was diagnosed as a child with cancer.

In my head, it was something that could happen to anyone, and I thought it would be the end of the world, but it’s not.

I always knew that my mom would survive.

I knew she would fight and that she would recover.

I had a good mom.

And I was a really good kid.

I remember thinking about her when she passed away.

I was so happy.

I’m the one who died.

I never really thought about her death.

I just thought about the other kids, my cousins.

I was a tomboy growing up, but I was also an introvert.

I hated to go out in public, and if I went out I always stayed home with the dolls.

I’d be crying all the time, crying in my room and not wanting to go outside because I felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone.

I had a really bad crush on my best friend, and that was when I really got into dolls.

We’d go out and have a party and play with the other dolls, and my mom had this little room with all these dolls.

She would play with them until she got sick, and she would cry all the way to the hospital.

I would go with her and cry.

And she would just get mad and go and take her doll out and I would cry, and we’d just have fun.

I guess I became a little more outgoing.

My parents had a lot of problems, and they just didn’t understand why I was always so shy.

They just thought it was because I was shy.

I started going to the party more and more, and it was my birthday that they got a new doll.

I remember when they got the doll that had the little pink dress and the pink shoes.

My mom said, “This is going to be our new girl.”

So I started getting really into the doll.

But they were all the same, so it didn’t fit.

My mom was really into dolls, so when I got a birthday party, I didn’t really care.

But when I was older, I was going to that party.

I felt so bad about going to it because I wanted to do the dress and shoes, but my mom didn’t like that I was playing with dolls.

She never did.

I think she just wanted to be with me, and now I have dolls of my grandma, who is also an actress.

I can still see her, and her hair is the same color as mine.

She is one of my favorite people in the world.

I just want to be a good person, because I think I have a really nice heart.

I know I am, and maybe that’s why I’m a good kid, because people can be so mean to me.

I don’t really understand why people think that, and honestly, I think they’re not.

They really hate me.

I don’t know if I would change anything if I could, but if I did, I would definitely do better than that girl.