Grace

Traduire 13 années depuis

There I stood, with the hard rough grass beneath my feat, the breezy air around me blowing people over, I thought to myself could it really be her, then I looked again I saw my Mum standing there with that look on her face that looks like I have done something terribly wrong, I run to her and give her a gigantic squeeze, she looks at me in the eye, then pulls away. We part and walk separate ways.