He was two years old and the world was his oyster. Sunday morning, nine o’clock mass. A young couple settles in front of us. Tall, dark haired father with corduroy jeans; blond mother, hair held back with a hair-band — no time…
He was two years old and the world was his oyster. Sunday morning, nine o’clock mass. A young couple settles in front of us. Tall, dark haired father with corduroy jeans; blond mother, hair held back with a hair-band — no time…