The Authentic Eclectic
“The wind is never for the sailor who knows not to which port he is bound.”- Og Mandino
My feet are so small. I have to run fast all the way down the hall. I have to find Dad. I have to hurry. I have to be fast. I know Dad will have it. Dad always has what I need.
I can’t see! Why won’t my tears fall out of the way? I blink and blink but my eyes are…