20/03/2026
Last week, I almost got run over… and for a moment, I saw how fragile life really is.
But instead of fear staying, a memory came back to me…
I was 13, painting flowers on my grandma’s wall, where everyone could see. And she was so proud, telling everyone her granddaughter did it.
Today, 2 decades later, I picked up that part of me again. Oh yes that's my drawing and the little girl inside of me still exists.