"Sarah, the light's in my eyes," the little girl complained with a soft cry
. .
. . "
"And am I now forgiven for making you wait all those
nights to be with me?", she asks, pulling me closer to
her
"Sarah, the light's in my eyes," the little girl complained with a soft cry
. .
. . "
"And am I now forgiven for making you wait all those
nights to be with me?", she asks, pulling me closer to
her
"Sarah, the light's in my eyes," the little girl complained with a soft cry
. .
. . "
"And am I now forgiven for making you wait all those
nights to be with me?", she asks, pulling me closer to
her
No More Griping