Sofia sat in her yard, accompanied by stars as well as a gust of night wind that swept across her white skin.
A pale face, slightly blackened eyes are now his trademark. Her stomach is no longer flat, there is a 3-month-old baby in there.
"Your father, where did he go?" asked Sofia to the stomach she was gently wiping.
The woman looked up at the cloudy-looking sky, the starlight slowly dimming. Like Sofia's mood that has never been okay since her husband's departure.
"Zeno, at least give me a hint. What should I do? If you are somewhere, please just give directions so that you can catch up with you," Sofia sighed muffled by the sound of an owl flying right in front of her honey netra.
Sofia's tears rushed, heavier than the raindrops that began to fall soaking the leaves.
The long-haired woman leaned her body on the old-looking pole behind her. Closing her eyes, enjoying the splash of rain that greeted the flawlessly beautiful face sofia had.