Diary Excerpts

March 28th

The smell of grandma’s newly laundered curtains reminded me of home, and what have used to, and of childhood days long gone but never to forget. That night, I stood at the very same spot that we’ve, once, sat upon. Every single thing has changed, even the hand that I hold, but the stars didn't  

Blue. Yellow. Orange. White. And I thought of grandpa.

March 30th

My heart was singing. We sailed on a wide sea with our little wooden boat. I pretended to be a captain, but only in my mind, and felt less smaller and more brave. Sometimes the waves went on too big and excited and splashed us on the face, but I didn’t mind. I’m sure it was just saying hello, and that ‘you are here, with me, now’. 

Also met: a starfish, a shy water snake, some tiny jellyfishes, and something with many thorns. I almost convinced myself that I was one too, you know, the way it wanted to protect itself from others, so me! 

April 11th, around 7

Saw a shooting star but was too mesmerized to make a wish. You held me too close and every thing was magic.