Morning, drizzling rain, the room I am in is quiet now.
The flickering lights on the Christmas tree bring back a childhood memory.
My mother cooking in the kitchen, my father setting the table, the guests arriving soon.
Haik Kocharian
Morning, drizzling rain, the room I am in is quiet now.
The flickering lights on the Christmas tree bring back a childhood memory.
My mother cooking in the kitchen, my father setting the table, the guests arriving soon.
Haik Kocharian