Against All Odds

ection. This connection only kept increasing with time, because it was no more about the breeze, but that sense of freedom. You look at the sea and you feel the never ending water, the flyi

ey, harmonie is taking

must have taken that from you sweethear

ps her eyes on her beau

, just like her dad, she wi

" I am just a fisher honey, I am sure she can be something

g food and sell some of the fish, to save for other necessity products. While the mother helped by cooking those fres

another obstacle in the way of this energetic young couple. When it came to rent, he took the least from them, and they appreciat

name, if I recall c

, he smiled only in the faces of the people so he does not bring any sad environment to his entourage. I recall many times I passed by his house, it was not too far from ours, and I did hear him cry in many of those. Well what

ack the tears. I was never able when it came to my parents anyway. I always thought it's about str

call, since her parents moved away when they were young, so she never had the chance to see her grandparents or cousins.

fighting their daily hardships. In the night her mother used to read her mermaid stories. So as a child she has onl

she needs me to get to those high shelves, I always found that romantic... She had blue eyes just like mine and those o

make those feets of her any prettier. She had many seashell accessories around her wrist, leg and

the opportunity as a child to shower under the sun the whole day. I ended up with sun kisses most of the time but I could never stop myself from splashing water the whole day. My dad was the one that taught me how to

e dangerous than fishing in the middle of the sea, especially in winter, it was cloudy most of the time and vision was nearly impossible in the depth they