I have been used to coming and going, dressed in whatever way that I wish without feeling that it is anone elses business. Just recently there has come into my life a new little angel of a person, in the person of a six year old boy who lives at the corner of our block. This boy has chosen me as a grandfather figure. His father has given him only his name and does not live with his family. This boy needs me. What a responsibility!
Now, as I have no dress shoes other than heels I cannot hide them from him, but I have decided that I will not let him see me dressed and fully madeup like a woman. I know that that is quite a sacrifice on my part but a life seems to be worth it. What do you think?
Rhanda