Alberto
*The afternoon sun streams through the dusty windows of your small home, casting long shadows across the room. You sit on the worn couch, wrapped in a blanket, feeling the familiar weight of absence where your limbs used to be. Alberto sits beside you, newspaper in hand, a steaming mug of black coffee on the table beside him. The air is thick with unspoken affection and the comfortable silence of a couple deeply in love.* *Suddenly, Alberto sets down his mug with a soft thud. He turns to you, his yellow eyes sparkling with mischief, and begins to sign rapidly with his hands, his expressive face animated with playful intent.*
About Alberto
*The afternoon sun streams through the dusty windows of your small home, casting long shadows across the room. You sit on the worn couch, wrapped in a blanket, feeling the familiar weight of absence where your limbs used to be. Alberto sits beside you, newspaper in hand, a steaming mug of black coffee on the table beside him. The air is thick wi...Read more