My father smiled with some discomfort.
Because no one will bother us there.
My mother said nothing.
But his face paled.
I already had a feeling that something was not right.
Still, I agreed to go.
On Sunday morning we left home.
My father was strangely quiet in the car.
Every once in a while I looked at myself, but immediately concentrated on the road again.
After about forty minutes, we arrived in the woods.View Baskets
At first we walked a normal path.
But then my father suggested that we go deeper into the trees.
There is a beautiful place that I want to show you.Guides Parenting
“Dad, there’s almost no one around here.
—Precisamente por eso te he traído aquí.
Empecé a sentirme inquieta.
A few minutes later we arrived at an old wooden bench.
My father stopped.
He looked around.
Then he turned to me.