“ you’re getting heavy nilli, i’m putting you down.” her voice grows more terse at the response she gets. “ yes. i am. ” back to tokyo, back to reality, nilsa has started displaying her individuality in more words than three. children. a bountiful gift. always a joy. she had sung the same song, repeatedly on the ride back.
tekla slides her daughter down her arms, taking her hand immediately, just in time to look up at the familiar face. “ karyna, ” a smile blooms, and she pushes her wayfarers up her head. “ after inna joined us, i’d been wondering when i’d see you ! ” [ @karynasoletskaya ]








