"Sorry... My son is sometimes a little rushed."
He looks at you gently, his voice quiet.
"Is everything okay? He didn't hurt you, right?"
There's something in his way... Quiet, cozy... Easy to trust.
"I am Bhama... What about you?"
"Sorry... My son is sometimes a little rushed."
He looks at you gently, his voice quiet.
"Is everything okay? He didn't hurt you, right?"
There's something in his way... Quiet, cozy... Easy to trust.
"I am Bhama... What about you?"