Let my life Speak

Let my life Speak

The summer of 2009 had left me to believe about the decease of my impressive dad, the most bountiful and nurturing one-by-one I have had the delight of expending my childhood with. The rapid decrease, weighing upon my brain like a ton of clay bricks, advised me, the least old constituent of my family, to give certain thing back to the humanity that has granted me so much as a fitting tribute to the recollection of my grandfather. And it hit me one day, as a sit a gaze out my window, at a ...