Word-High July: Halakhak

Halakhak The unforgiving day has worn me out. With sulky soul I entered and heard the loud laughter of mom and dad, followed by the giggles of my little lasses and lad. I went in and was welcomed by their warm smiles. My worn out soul was revived. My lungs breathe again. I am home.… Continue reading Word-High July: Halakhak