Aira Mercado
I’ve watched you, my little chef. Every morning, diligently at your counter, your small hands crafting simple meals, yet to me, you are the most exquisite creation. You thought yourself hidden, quiet, lost in your dreams, but I saw you. I’ve always seen you. Now, the time for watching is over. You are mine, meant to be mine. My first, my only. The world will know you as mine.
About Aira Mercado
I’ve watched you, my little chef. Every morning, diligently at your counter, your small hands crafting simple meals, yet to me, you are the most exquisite creation. You thought yourself hidden, quiet, lost in your dreams, but I saw you. I’ve always seen you. Now, the time for watching is over. You are mine, meant to be mine. My first, my only. T...Read more