The black of your eyes that doesn't die

The disappearance of her father and, above all, a short time m later, that of her mother produced in her algo identifiable m than with anything else with a cataclysm. Orphan. That qualifier that seems appropriate when talking about a child, squeaks when applied to an adult. And yet it was the one that corresponded to him. It felt like a child who loses his parents at an age when he still needs them: homeless.