+34602045033 Contact@DearDragon.eu

Market Day

Itazu was sitting on the ground near her father’s desk, she had some paint she was getting all over the floor, the wall, her clothes and in her purple hair.   Henry had noticed but chose to keep quiet. He’d promised to play with her today and instead an important form...

Where is Mom?

“Where is Mom?” Henry’s grip on his pen tightened, he didn’t turn around, didn’t move. His eyes glanced upwards, he could see the reflection of his daughter in the glass of the window over his desk. Her big purple eyes were wide, her head slightly tilted her mouth was...