Daughter needs feminine hygiene products. Text to Dad :
I’m in Tescos, where are they?
They’re by all the deodorants and shampoos.
Ok, found them. Which ones do you want?
No, they’re called Always.
Oh seen. What in the fuck!! £3.50??? Now what there’s hundreds of them.
Calm down. Hundreds of them?
This woman’s looking at me weird, hurry up.
I need the nighttime ones. Should be purple packaging. Scented and with wings please.
Wtf are wings? How will I know if they are scented, will I have to smell them?
LOL. It will say so on the packet, chill out.
Ok cause smelling them would have been weird, wouldn’t it. Do you need any creams?
Will I have to smell them?
Yes. It’s a scratch and sniff box, duh.
Do you need any creams?
What in the fuck? Why would I need creams?
Because I thought you ladies needed creams for after.
Omg. Just pick them up and come home.
Ok. Satan needs a feeding. I’ll bring you choc.
May your weekend be stress free.
© Raili Tanska
Steps for Peace
Children are the living messages
we send to a time
we will not see