The Five-Year-Old Mommy
Language: en
When I got my very own smartphone at the age of five, I started receiving strange messages every day. The stranger on the other end called me "Mom." At 3:00 AM this morning, she texted again. "Mom, I dreamed of you again. The attic is leaking. My stepmother told me to soak it up with a rag, but the rag is too small. I’ve been wiping all night and it’s still wet. Mom, I’m so cold and hungry. I miss you..." I tilted my head, watching the rain pour against my window, and typed out a serious reply with my tiny fingers: "Don't be scared, baby. Where are you? Mommy will send you some yummy…