PHOTO-A-DAY 2013 | DAY 27
Almost every morning he would pick up a book, sit on his or his sister’s bed and read.
He would tell stories much better than the written ones.
I could listen to them all day, every day.
His soft and gentle voice.
Adore.
Almost every morning he would pick up a book, sit on his or his sister’s bed and read.
He would tell stories much better than the written ones.
I could listen to them all day, every day.
His soft and gentle voice.
Adore.