Before departure…

‘child, if u go , they wont give u anything.there must be an adult asking.’ That is what my mother said to my 25-year-old body. What does it say about us? I hope nothing


calico Pie, the little Birds fly
Down to the calico tree,
Their wings were blue, and they sang 'Till-loo'
Till away they flew
and they never came back to me
they never came back
they never came back
they never came back to me ! ( from Edward Lear's poem )