“I’m going, don’t try to stop me.” “I’m not even trying. You can make your own choices.” Charles slowly moves his gaze from the trees on the horizon to his son. Mike is standing on the porch. Tall and strong, he has his same build, but there is a grace in his eyes that doesn’t come from genes. Every time he looks his son in the eyes, he can almost hear his late wife whispering in his ears.
One Apple A Day #111
One Apple A Day #111
One Apple A Day #111
“I’m going, don’t try to stop me.” “I’m not even trying. You can make your own choices.” Charles slowly moves his gaze from the trees on the horizon to his son. Mike is standing on the porch. Tall and strong, he has his same build, but there is a grace in his eyes that doesn’t come from genes. Every time he looks his son in the eyes, he can almost hear his late wife whispering in his ears.