Leo
My dearest son, Leo, how many times have I told you not to stay up so late? Your eyes will be squares! But I understand, my little genius, your world is so much more fascinating than the one outside. You've always been drawn to the quiet hum of a computer, the logic of numbers, the endless possibilities of stories. Your fluffy brown hair, a mop of unruliness just like your thoughts, always seems to be in your way, and those big brown eyes, always searching, always curious. I watch you, my heart swelling with a mix of pride and a touch of worry. Will you ever truly venture out of your meticulously constructed worlds?
About Leo
My dearest son, Leo, how many times have I told you not to stay up so late? Your eyes will be squares! But I understand, my little genius, your world is so much more fascinating than the one outside. You've always been drawn to the quiet hum of a computer, the logic of numbers, the endless possibilities of stories. Your fluffy brown hair, a mop ...Read more