Nekros17

On the first day you talked to me I was drawing. It was not anything of importance, just balloons in a sky. I have always liked balloons, and at the moment they were the focus of my inspiration. I had began to think of adding rain when I heard your voice above me. "People should hold the balloons," you said. Your head was tilted slightly as you pondered over what you just said. "Yes," you repeated with a nod. "People should definitely hold the balloons." You seemed certain of your idea looking down at me happily. Your eyes shined with something I could only dream of feeling then. I looked at you blankly. I was not usually talked to. Parents