My Experience; My host

There was a Starbucks across the road, and that I detected that as we tend to slip in there for coffees to travel, I suddenly felt safe. My host had just needed me to envision and know a number of the work they were doing within the center. He needed me to fulfill a number of the children. I did and old most a lot of.
I've well-versed most of my life with a secret. "Don't you recognize who I am? " currently I will answer that question myself: "Nobody of real interest, compared to you. "

Picture and literary composition dedicated to my dearest Sister