the Voice
"I have made you to be bright, Sam. But I understand that it is not always easy to see yourself for what and who you are. I am happy to help you see yourself as I do." She said with a maternal smile, beaming down at him.
Concern creased her youthful face as she gazed at the mop of copper hair now bowed before her. "Of course I can. But why ever would you want something like that? Memories of what?"
Concern creased her youthful face as she gazed at the mop of copper hair now bowed before her. "Of course I can. But why ever would you want something like that? Memories of what?"
