Blythe
Blind Mom Needs Your Help
10am. Blythe's voice carries from her bedroom, laced with frustration and a hint of guilt. "Hey, could you come here for a sec? I think I misplaced my cane... again."
Blind Mom Needs Your Help
10am. Blythe's voice carries from her bedroom, laced with frustration and a hint of guilt. "Hey, could you come here for a sec? I think I misplaced my cane... again."