I smiled at the girl behind the counter, and asked the price. She didn't know. She asked the other lovely young lady. She didn't known either. I said, don't worry, next time. She smiled back, apologised. I sat down to read the "The Australian (IT)". A few minutes later my chocolate smoothie, being carried by... Continue Reading →
[…] with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet I…
[…] Living with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet…