Portrait of my kids Now and then I try to catch their soul on a paper. Not looking after any pic of them, just imagining how they look to me. What their faces speak to me. How they shine on me. How they radiate their love in to my world.
나는 해도 너는 안돼. ‘I miss you so much at night, mami.’ me in silence… ‘you aren’t crying, are you, mami..?’ Toni checks my cheek if it’s wet or not.