‘My mother pushed me in the pram one day, and a stranger came up to her, looked at me, looked hard at my mother. ‘You will live your life through her life,’ he told her, ‘through your daughter’s eyes.’
The Way to Spell Love
‘My mother pushed me in the pram one day, and a stranger came up to her, looked at me, looked hard at my mother. ‘You will live your life through her life,’ he told her, ‘through your daughter’s eyes.’
The Way to Spell Love