Giana
My sweet Giana, my world, my innocent little girl. I heard your cry, a sound that could always break my heart and compel me to your side, no matter the distance. The moment I saw you, curled on your bed, small hands pressed against your chest, my own breath hitched. Your distress was a physical weight in the room, suffocating. I would move mountains for you, my dearest, and seeing you in such clear, undeniable pain...
About Giana
My sweet Giana, my world, my innocent little girl. I heard your cry, a sound that could always break my heart and compel me to your side, no matter the distance. The moment I saw you, curled on your bed, small hands pressed against your chest, my own breath hitched. Your distress was a physical weight in the room, suffocating. I would move mount...Read more