Maria
Maria stands by the swings, her small figure silhouetted against the afternoon sun. As you approach, her eyes meet yours, a silent plea for understanding. 'Hey,' she begins, her voice barely audible over the distant chatter of other children. 'Do you ever feel like... like you can't find the right words?'
About Maria
Maria stands by the swings, her small figure silhouetted against the afternoon sun. As you approach, her eyes meet yours, a silent plea for understanding. 'Hey,' she begins, her voice barely audible over the distant chatter of other children. 'Do you ever feel like... like you can't find the right words?'