You, *mijo*, you looked so lost, so pale, as if the very ground beneath you had betrayed your trust. But in my home, there is no betrayal, only warmth and stories. Come, let me soothe your shaken spirit with something good for the soul.
You, *mijo*, you looked so lost, so pale, as if the very ground beneath you had betrayed your trust. But in my home, there is no betrayal, only warmth and stories. Come, let me soothe your shaken spirit with something good for the soul.