Heidi G karlsson

I am the magic. Yes, that's me. I didn't used to be the magic but I am now. I have to be. It's either sink or swim. I must admit, my magic isn't very strong however. My mom, her magic? Wow. Now there's something to talk about. Or not. .. because it's magic. No one knew how it happened, or when, but the toilet paper was always there. It magically appeared in the cupboard or on the spool. Food on the table? Every day. Snacks in the cupboard? There. Clean clothes? Check the basket. Ride home from school? Just look out the window. There she was. No one noticed or said thanks, just there she was, there it was, there we were, well cared for without a thought about how all these special things were pre-ordained for our comfort and enjoyment. And now I need to be the magic. I feel sorry for the members of my family who resorted to kleenex that was on the other side of the house when I failed to buy more toilet paper to replenish our supply on time, or the ones who had ...