|If there is one thing which fascinated bunso since she was a toddler, that's how bubbles are formed.|
This is my "Bunso", my youngest sister. I went home for the holidays and there she was waiting by the gate to welcome me coming home. And at last I'm home.
|Bunso has those wonderful innocent eyes.|
I love how this first post is about HOME. No matter what dreams we chase, whoever we may be with...we always come home.