Day 6 #28Letters: The Window
His feet tapped on the window sill, finding rest for his tired, wind-whipped body. The mother whispered, βGo away,β but abruptly stopped when her child grasped her arm, weakly shaking her small head. In gratitude, he sang her a beautiful song. She rewarded him with a dazzling smile. From then on, the window remained open. … Read more