Aberta
On the night shift you brought me tea in a paper cup, and told me your home was the islands named after a Spanish king.
Grace, my mother died at ten past four in the morning, and you were the one holding her other hand.
Procurando na gaveta…
Procurando na gaveta…
Uma carta lacrada está esperando por Grace.
On the night shift you brought me tea in a paper cup, and told me your home was the islands named after a Spanish king.
Grace, my mother died at ten past four in the morning, and you were the one holding her other hand.
O resto desta carta está lacrado.