Hello Hera,
it's me. That child. The one with a scraped knee and a snotty nose.
I'm a bit older now. The scraped knee has turned into a bruised neck and a snotty nose has turned into red-rimmed eyes.
I'm not the perfect daughter.
But may I fall at your knees? Can you kiss the top of my head and hold my hand?
Thank you Hera.
With warmest regards and the deepest love,
the child.







