I CRUMBLE IN HIS ARMS...A BIT
“What are you doing, little one? You should not kneel like this with your bad joints!” I stand slowly and he helps me sit on the bed. I will not tell him about the photograph yet. Instead, I tell him a half truth. “I was checking my money box. I don’t know what I’m going to do. It’s almost empty and... Sign in to see full entry.