3 in the afternoon, Sydney time
We are walking hand-in-hand at Bondi beach, the sun is setting. We've finally got some alone-time, still in public but away from my family.
My family has taken a huge liking to you and I feel very much sidelined. I had to steal you.
You are hungry for the thirtieth time since we got to the beach. Can't recall how many fish and chips you had, how are you still hungry?
"I miss your grandma's food," You whine.
Look at that! My grandma has stolen you from me!
YOU ARE READING
To you ✔
Short Story*[COMPLETE]* To you who stole my heart Everyone has a story to tell. That's an understatement. Everyone has STORIES to tell. Let me tell you mine.
