The summer wrapped in sugar paper, the profile of the face recorded by the brush, and the "like" that could never be said out loud.
From neighbors to brothers, from brothers to lovers, there is always a worldly perspective between us. That night when he walked toward the fire, the moonlight still shone on my drawing board, but no one would suddenly open the door and say: "Little painter, are you painting me again?"
Mom finally accepted our love on the day he came back covered with a national flag.
Purpose: True love is not afraid of worldly prejudices