As I sat in the empty house, surrounded by boxes and memories, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. This was the place where I had grown up, where I had learned to walk and talk and dream. But now it was time to move on, to leave this place behind and start a new chapter in my life. I looked around the room, taking in the faded wallpaper and the creaky floorboards, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. This was where I had laughed and cried, where I had loved and lost. But it was also where I had learned to be strong, where I had discovered my own voice and my own path. As I closed the door for the last time, I felt a sense of closure. I was leaving behind the past, but I was taking with me the lessons and the memories that had shaped me into the person I was today. And as I walked down the street, with the sun shining down on my face, I knew that I was ready for whatever the future might hold.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The stranger under the willow tree
ContoOn a frigid and blustery October evening, the radiant moon cast its glow upon a solitary willow tree, perched atop a hill. Beneath the tree sat a mysterious man, clutching a large, worn storybook. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a child, no more tha...
