"He's not coming, is he?" I asked, squeezing my mother's hand, the multi-colored party hat on my head slipping down.
My mother squeezed back, and without a word walked back inside the house.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Short but true stories
AcakHere i will tell sad stories and more. Some will be short but others not, some will be true. So i hope you guys enjoy.
