If only
I'd opened my ears and listened. I was fairly young when this happened, but I was old enough to know better and know that apple paper is not a thing that exists. Hindsight is a bitch.So I was doing doodles in my room, while my sister (who clearly didn't realise what amazing art skills I had) was giving me a singing commentary on my life. When my mother as usual, rudely interrupted, her friend needed a favor:
