What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?
Author: George Eliot
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.