If it comes to fiction I find it hard to write about. At first I intended to write about the girl's fear her mom would find out there was a dirty spot on the new dress (been there with my mother telling me to be more respinsible and take care of my new Sunday dress instead of always being clumsy and spoiling and breaking everything) but I think this is better because the sadness pouring out of that little girl in combination with such a story wouldn't make me feel any better.

Besides I wanted to show me my continued struggle & stress with AI generated pictures - kind of frustrating most results I get.

Indeed puppets we all are let's hope Justin will not change in a monster because of being neglected.

Thanks for reading me between the lines. 👍