Dear Cleo,
you danced the other day. We cleaned up the kitchen, your three siblings and your stepfather weren’t there – and so it was finally just the two of us again. You call these Mom & Me nights. We got the speakers and turned up the music until it was really blaring. Just the way we both like it. You’re closed APT. Danced by Rosé and Bruno Mars the way you learned it on TikTok: every move, the whole choreography. I moved along, but actually I just looked at you the whole time, full of wonder, full of love.
