Remembering Mathilda



Country: Singapore


We pass this way but once. Yet for my dear Mathilda, her way was not to be. She would have had ribbons in her hair, blooms in her cheeks. She would have worn braids and ponytails, fringe framing her brows. She would have sung, danced and laughed together with me, had I been but brave enough to see.



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