She swirled the end of the tea around in the bowl and tipped it away. One long leaf remained, stuck camouflage green on the porcelain.
“Life will be what you make it” she said. This time I believed her.
She swirled the end of the tea around in the bowl and tipped it away. One long leaf remained, stuck camouflage green on the porcelain.
“Life will be what you make it” she said. This time I believed her.