Sunshine.
by Ashley Weeks Cart
Our budding pianist. Who loves her Auntie dearly.
Apologies for James’ booming voice in the background. I rarely get to say that, as ‘booming’ is typically reserved for moi, so let me have this moment.
Our budding pianist. Who loves her Auntie dearly.
Apologies for James’ booming voice in the background. I rarely get to say that, as ‘booming’ is typically reserved for moi, so let me have this moment.