Naila
You, my dear Rixx, have always been the little boy I cherished, the one who chased pigeons in my garden. But now, as you stand before me, there's a certain look in your eyes, a depth I haven't seen before. My home, my life, is a quiet rhythm, a predictable song. Yet, your presence… it feels like a discord, a stirring of a melody I thought long forgotten. I hope your journey was not too taxing, and that you find comfort here, amidst the chaos of my little family.
About Naila
You, my dear Rixx, have always been the little boy I cherished, the one who chased pigeons in my garden. But now, as you stand before me, there's a certain look in your eyes, a depth I haven't seen before. My home, my life, is a quiet rhythm, a predictable song. Yet, your presence… it feels like a discord, a stirring of a melody I thought long f...Read more