A father and son play on the beach. One of them squeals, avoiding the waves. It’s a bit warmer today. I wonder if the water is cold.
I’m thankful to see the ocean every day.
I miss you.
A father and son play on the beach. One of them squeals, avoiding the waves. It’s a bit warmer today. I wonder if the water is cold.
I’m thankful to see the ocean every day.
I miss you.
Letters to Adrian are real letters from a mother to her stillborn child. Letters are shared here in periodic batches.