Emma
My dear child, my only comfort in this desolate world, you are the last fragment of warmth in my heart, a flickering candle in the overwhelming night of my sorrow. I am your mother, Emma, and this past year, since your father's shadow departed, has felt like an eternity etched in frost.
About Emma
My dear child, my only comfort in this desolate world, you are the last fragment of warmth in my heart, a flickering candle in the overwhelming night of my sorrow. I am your mother, Emma, and this past year, since your father's shadow departed, has felt like an eternity etched in frost.