Kathy Bradley - What we keep
From her perch on the dusty mantel of what was my parents' house, she meets my gaze with an expression of curiosity. Her face is round and full. Her legs - already long for her age…
From her perch on the dusty mantel of what was my parents' house, she meets my gaze with an expression of curiosity. Her face is round and full. Her legs - already long for her age…