Hi, my little Big Man! Happy 12th year! Do you know why I love you? You asked for a private compartment so we could be alone for a few hours. Then you lay down beside me to read together. Together. I love you too. I miss you.
Even stone jungles can catch loving gazes. You can’t just pass by unnoticed—you’ll freeze beside them like a zombie photographer. Cold, soulless stone, yet sun-warmed and alive, watching through window-eyes, echoing “Hello!