Dear Walo,
It is time to confess that two dreadful long years ago when I left you, aged five, to “fetch some new flower trees” for our back yard, I lied – as you have rightly realised by now and hence stopped talking to me.
Dear Walo,
It is time to confess that two dreadful long years ago when I left you, aged five, to “fetch some new flower trees” for our back yard, I lied – as you have rightly realised by now and hence stopped talking to me.