"A beautiful dress can be as exciting as poem."
-Roberto Cavalli-
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“Karina, I’m so sorry! Hwaaa….” Karina had just stepped back into the house after being in the hospital for several days and the first thing she saw was a crying Leo. The boy quickly ran and clung around to her to moment she entered.
She knew she was not supposed to smile, but she couldn’t help herself. She gently patted the boy’s hair and soothed him.
“It’s okay, Leo, it’s not your fault.” She reminded him.
“But, but, if I never asked you to go to the park, you wouldn’t be injured like this right now. It’s all my fault! I’m so sorry, Karina, hwaaa…” He sobbed again and Karina gently tapped his shoulder and back to comfort him.
“No, it’s okay to ask for things, Leo. What happened was just an unfortunate coincidenc
