"I don't belong here," Mia said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"In this clime the rich don't marry the poor. Your rich family won't like mine"
I held her, looked in her eyes and said "You're right, you don't belong here. You belong in my heart"
"I don't belong here," Mia said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"In this clime the rich don't marry the poor. Your rich family won't like mine"
I held her, looked in her eyes and said "You're right, you don't belong here. You belong in my heart"
