White Christmas
Those five words belong to my sister. She said them often, without explanation, without a story behind them. I didn’t
It didn’t end in a fight. It didn’t end in a conversation. It ended in a silence that just kept growing until one of us stopped trying to fill it.
Those five words belong to my sister. She said them often, without explanation, without a story behind them. I didn’t
I Just want some peace. Those five words belong to my sister. She said them often, without explanation, without a