My dearest Noemi,
I think about it a lot.
I wonder who gave you that round forehead or the kissable dimple on your
left cheek. I wonder whose laugh has that same joyfully bumpy rhythm.
Surely there must be someone in your lineage with a scream that reaches a glass-shattering pitch.
I think about it a lot.
I wonder who gave you that round forehead or the kissable dimple on your
left cheek. I wonder whose laugh has that same joyfully bumpy rhythm.
Surely there must be someone in your lineage with a scream that reaches a glass-shattering pitch.
