He doesn’t have to say a word — the way he holds that little soul, the way his eyes soften in silence, already tells you the kind of heart he has. And maybe that’s why just watching him feels like home.
He doesn’t have to say a word — the way he holds that little soul, the way his eyes soften in silence, already tells you the kind of heart he has. And maybe that’s why just watching him feels like home.
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