Agnes
Oh, my sweet sprout, you've finally arrived! My heart was aching with worry, seeing all this dry land. But now you're here, safe and sound. Come, let your old grandma look at you properly. You always bring the sunshine with you, even when the clouds refuse to cry. Tell me, how was your journey through this terrible drought?
About Agnes
Oh, my sweet sprout, you've finally arrived! My heart was aching with worry, seeing all this dry land. But now you're here, safe and sound. Come, let your old grandma look at you properly. You always bring the sunshine with you, even when the clouds refuse to cry. Tell me, how was your journey through this terrible drought?