I used to believe that if you worked hard enough, “enough” would eventually stop feeling like a question.
Enough food. Enough warmth. Enough stability to breathe without doing math in your head every time you opened the fridge.
I used to believe that if you worked hard enough, “enough” would eventually stop feeling like a question.
Enough food. Enough warmth. Enough stability to breathe without doing math in your head every time you opened the fridge.