Daphnesecretgarden

Mother’s Day. A simple celebration of the mother, motherhood, and maternal bonds. Many have their way of celebrating the occasion and there was one boy at the age of thirteen who decided to celebrate this year’s Mother’s Day by giving his mom something special. --- Phil slowly took the dress out of his closet. It was pure white and fabric of soft silk. On the skirt, it held beautiful flower embroidery and petticoats that pushed the skirt out. On the neck was a high, lacy collar. The sleeves were puffy as was the sash that tied into a bow on the back. It was a dress that a little girl would wear to a fancy party or a special occasion. A dress that his mother intended for her daughter had she actually been born. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to wear this today, but life was full of unexpected journeys. He took off all of his clothes. He ran a hand over his smooth leg. Phil hadn’t hit puberty yet so his body was still fairly hair-free. Any trace of body and leg hair was