17/10/2025
Before we learn the weight of things we already choose. A toy, a color, a path. A black shoe, a white one. We don’t know why - only that something inside whispers this one. And the whisper stays,
growing up with us, changing names, changing reasons but never its voice.
Perhaps every adult choice is that first small sparkle from the child inside, whispering stubborn and bright, “Don’t forget me. I still lead the way."
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