rose-anne

If I had to choose one beautiful thing about the scene in front of me, it wouldn't be hard. The sunlight danced through the paper thin curtains that hovered above the floor due to the slight breeze sneaking in via the open window, but I'd seen that many times in the years that I had lived in the small, two bedroom apartment. The clutter that spread around the room had also been doing so for a respective amount of time. It was the small boy that sat in the middle of the room surrounded by newspaper that caught my eye. His eyes were fixated on the small plastic soldier he held firmly in his hand, a thin paint brush that had been dipped in red p