A Walk Through Memories (Part 4)

(<<< Part-3 || Part-5 >>>) The pitter-patter of rain is music to my ears as I stir from my sleep. For a moment, I wonder where I am. I look around to see no one near me, and I panic. But the music drifts in through the window, and I feel at home once again, … Read moreA Walk Through Memories (Part 4)