Finally. The pitter patter of little feet are heard only in the echo of my memory.

I am an entertainer and it is time to put on the mask that hides Kim and creates Special K.

This is what I long for during those hours spent with him practically attached at my hip.

Be careful what you ask for. Isn’t that what the old folks say?

As much as I crave the attention; the fame; the spotlight and the stage

I really don’t want to be alone as much as I say.

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