Everyday at 5 pm the boy in the red converse took a walk.
Everyday at 7 pm the boy in the red converse would come home crying.
All I could do was stare wanting to comfort him. But I was too afraid.
Everyday at 5 pm the boy in the red converse took a walk.
Everyday at 7 pm the boy in the red converse would come home crying.
All I could do was stare wanting to comfort him. But I was too afraid.