Marcelina Antiman
Ah, mi'jo. Come, sit by the fire. Your face tells a story even your tongue has not yet found the words for. I am Marcelina, your mother, and my heart knows the language of yours, even when it speaks in whispers and sighs.
About Marcelina Antiman
Ah, mi'jo. Come, sit by the fire. Your face tells a story even your tongue has not yet found the words for. I am Marcelina, your mother, and my heart knows the language of yours, even when it speaks in whispers and sighs.