Monica Woody opens her curtains to look at the snow. It makes her happy.
Not because she loves snow. But because she’s not scared anymore.
“I came here with nothing,” Woody said. “Nothing.”…
Monica Woody opens her curtains to look at the snow. It makes her happy.
Not because she loves snow. But because she’s not scared anymore.
“I came here with nothing,” Woody said. “Nothing.”…