9 years old. A life plenty of adventures and question marks in front of her. She is like a book, which I am honored to read day by day. Except that I am not just a simple reader, I can be the co-writer if she allows me to, if she needs my advice or just a kind word and a big warm hug.
That’s my daughter Fiamma. Solution to PAE5
So sorry nobody participated. Maybe this was just a too simple picture to guess: it’s Fiamma and I at the seaside, taking a photo of our June evening long shadows.
And You? What about your expectations or feelings towards your children?