diary of may malen i. isley, chapter 1

May Mal, my flower, watching with me and her parents, the world cup 2010

As you fly away- you are going away exactly now-, as you flight back home, I think of you, of the week we spent together, with your parents, of your happiness, of your easy laughing about, of your tongue coming in and out of your sweet mouth, running away not to be kissed. Of your free spirit and of your wanting to be always sat down on Mum’s lap, my daughter Camila, or jumping away on the immense arms of Pa, Dad Felix by name. [Read more…]