The next flash of the camera covers my eyes with snow-white light and against this background they are drawn - distant memories of my childhood.
I see you - a child who burns with life and glows with joy. You are full of fire and your fuel has no dimension. I love looking at your smile...
It's nice to know that once upon a time we could smile so purely and sincerely.
Then I clench my teeth and exhale heavily through my nose with a constricted throat, because I know how much pain your own father caused you by washing your face with our tears. Tears that wiped the smile from your face and raised a person who now looks without fear at the baby teeth of those who grin at him. Milky and weak compared to yours... Father...
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SakuraiAt the origins of «KNH»
Short StoryDescription It's difficult, always difficult. It's always like that at first. Therefore, be patient, cultivate endurance and, no matter what happens, become strong enough to make your world sound. Interesting Facts A short piece of the puzzle that c...
