Grace Odunayo
Joined June 2023
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Father’s footprint
In a small town nestled between rolling hills, young Matthew woke up every morning to the comforting aroma of his father's freshly brewed coffee. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he would watch his father, Daniel, meticulously lace up his worn-out work boots. Matthew was captivated by the way his father's weathered hands gracefully tied the laces, a symbol of strength and hard work.
By Grace Odunayo 10 months ago in Families
Picture on my wall
my tea’s gone cold,I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all. The morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all! And even if I could it is gray,but your pictures on my wall it could reminds me, that it’s not so bad,it is not so bad.
By Grace Odunayo 11 months ago in Fiction