Oct 7, 2017
Saturday mornings save my life every week.
Slice of life: Since the age of 6, my Saturday mornings have been the most sacred day because I had my the house all to myself with freshly made pancakes my mom made just before going to work. I would eat ALL the sugary food in the house (and that my mother tried to hide from me) in front of my crayolas, sheets of paper and favourite cartoons. Then I’d leave the house all trashed up to go to my piano lessons.
To this day not much has changed other than I’m the one cleaning after my dumb mess instead of my mom. But still, Saturday mornings are will always be the most magical day of my week.
