It was a story someone very special read to me a long time ago.
A person sits beside a creek daydreaming, imagining the leaves that float by are little boats. I believe it was a short story, but cannot be sure.
It was a story someone very special read to me a long time ago.
A person sits beside a creek daydreaming, imagining the leaves that float by are little boats. I believe it was a short story, but cannot be sure.
I think it’s by Sara Dessen, not sure of the title