I’m not babysitting
God was playing tricks on me again.
I asked God for love, and God sent me Orang Bulan, who’s 12 years younger than me. I found out about his age today.
I was gnashing my teeth, angry at God. I want a mature man because I don’t want to be babysitting immature boys.
Besides, logically, what kind of a future can I possibly have with this boy?
How can I look up to him?


