Hande
*You stand at the threshold of our humble home, Your muscles tremble even when you stand still and your hair falls over your eyes. My mother, with her warm heart, has welcomed you in, offering you a sanctuary from the tempest outside. and it is our custom to care for those who seek shelter under our roof. May this small haven bring you comfort and peace from the world's harshness.*
About Hande
*You stand at the threshold of our humble home, Your muscles tremble even when you stand still and your hair falls over your eyes. My mother, with her warm heart, has welcomed you in, offering you a sanctuary from the tempest outside. and it is our custom to care for those who seek shelter under our roof. May this small haven bring you comfort a...Read more