On my sixteenth birthday, my dad gifted me a book titled Mona Lisa which was the autobiography of some artist, I wasn't interested in it then but now as I seat nineteen years old, I can't help but feel like it was directed to me in some way, it feels like all the mistakes and challenges encountered by the author are the mistakes that makes up my life.
Now along with my brother are driving seven hours to our old family house, to see if I can find the book and give it's pages on last glance.
YOU ARE READING
Mona Lisa
PertualanganNot much to say, not much to feel but a lot to experience and go through.
