Nonna

As I was coming back to Paris from Russia crying int the rain : sad, nostalgic, lost and so lonely ; I realized that for so many years SHE was my home. I was always coming back in France knowing that  she was waiting for me. she did so much for me, and I think I am what I am now thanks to her, without her my life wouldn't be the same. and now we don't leave together anymore and she is gone in another country. I lost my home in someway. but deep inside I know that we will be here for one another forever !
this girl means world to me. she is my chosen family.