You were a wren. The photo
pairing he had not prepared. From that piece of glossy paper will show you in 10 months, steady on your legs at that chubby rusty bed shared with other children. Impenetrable gaze that did not allow fantasies of smiles. Seem to know what you wanted. We've
beloved little at a time, making friends with each folds of your body, with every hair disheveled, with her feet loaf that you have marked for a few years.
The meeting with you revealed that you were well hidden fragility. You were tiny, with a dress from the early months, although there has already been met when they were a year old.
remember the beating heart that was beating in my ears and since you arrived in that arm to your Didi, see you on the disoriented eyes unknown.
I have received a slight hug, forgetting all the tears that made me go up the emotion in the eyes while you let go a cry of despair.
I whispered words you do not remember but who had tastes like a lullaby, a sedative to your fear.
for us so you came to light, in a sticky afternoon in November, a few steps from the Mekong (Vietnam).
We've put a couple of hours to smile, making us understand how much sense he had that long interminable wait.
Since then he has spent so much time and yet, when you're sad, I find your look lost and forlorn and thank heaven you can be there with you to share and make more comfortable.
MammaAnna (original post)
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