s. me. na. o. cho. e. me.
i still remember learning how to read, and sitting at the end of my parents' bed, my father sitting next to me with the activity book in his hands, both facing the window, the dark german sky outside brushed by a pine tree, it was a weekday,
ma me mi mo mu,
na ne ni no nu,
ña ñe ñi ño ñu,
'bieeen!' he'd say, and i would be so proud, as we advanced through the pages and i read out the faux handwritten text,
i am still quite fond of that font.