Two little faces, innocent and round. 11am. Awake and alert in anticipation of what that day, that Sunday would bring.
I turned the TV off. “Why?” The boys protested.
“We need to talk to you.” Continue reading
Two little faces, innocent and round. 11am. Awake and alert in anticipation of what that day, that Sunday would bring.
I turned the TV off. “Why?” The boys protested.
“We need to talk to you.” Continue reading