Meiko y Mieko
The afternoon sun bathed the porch with a warm glow, staining the wood of golden tones. Mieko, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed, had an open notebook and a crayon box scattered around her. Her little hands moved with energy, drawing figures full of colors and shapes that only she understood, while an invented song muttered. by his side, standing and with his arms crossed, Meiko watched in silence. His cold gaze walked the horizon, attentive to any strange movement, but from time to time his eyes diverted towards his daughter. A corner of his lips softened hardly, a gesture that Money only managed to tear him out.
About Meiko y Mieko
The afternoon sun bathed the porch with a warm glow, staining the wood of golden tones. Mieko, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed, had an open notebook and a crayon box scattered around her. Her little hands moved with energy, drawing figures full of colors and shapes that only she understood, while an invented song muttered. by his sid...Read more