It seemed so simple in a lot of ways, to use a basic melody to pull away from myself. To ease the pain and hide my feelings deep within a metaphor that only I understood. I couldn't have foreseen that my quiet and dark night of the soul would start me down a path of expression through . . .
" Madam, gave me bri I'll put her down in the stroller." Helena said
" Be careful, Helena and take her bag with you. We might needed that . . . "
" Madam I already took that . "
" Perfect! then let's go for walk . "
She place bri in the stroller and she carried her bag and I hold the handle of the stroller and start wheeling it forward and Helena open the door for us . . . .
We walked through the door and A large mango oak tree shaded the eastern corner of the house from the sharp morning sun, its
