17/10/2025
Dear Little Me,
You’re probably sitting in a corner right now, doodling flowers on the edge of your notebook, wondering if anyone sees the quiet magic you carry. I see it. I remember.
You’ve always felt things deeply—like how the rain sounds like a lullaby, or how a hug from Nanay can fix even the worst kind of day. You thought that softness made you fragile. But guess what? That softness became your superpower.
You grew up to build something beautiful. A brand, yes—but more than that, a sanctuary. You turned grief into grace, and longing into legacy. You stitched comfort into shirts, prayers into journals, and laughter into captions that feel like home.
You still cry sometimes. You still miss people fiercely. But now you know that missing someone is proof of love, and love never really leaves.
You’ve made peace with the silence. You’ve learned to speak through art, through rituals, through the way you hold space for others. You’ve become the kind of adult who hugs with words and heals with design.
So keep drawing. Keep dreaming. One day, your doodles will become stickers. Your prayers will become product tags. And your heart? It’ll be the blueprint for everything you create.
With all the love you never knew you’d grow into,
Me (but softer, braver, and still you)