The grandchildren's crying is just a sign. Sign.
A simple love
A mixture of play and sleepiness
The adventure starts with dinosaurs in an ancient forest
A train that cuts through the night
Until camping on the bed
After eating from which sweat drips
And the accompanying laughter
The tale continues as a song
When the joy of playing is overcome by drowsiness
In the deepening night
My father took me and carried him on his strong shoulder
My grandson struggled and sobbed
Reluctant to leave the warm playroom
But my father swiftly crossed the darkness and took him home. On to the contest.
by.@tanicha