I was born.
I grew inside a safe shelter.
I took a long walk with a good man.
Two little girls appeared. They laughed, they cried, they flew away.
Then there were two more.
I played some songs and I wrote some words.
Once, a butterfly landed on my chin.
I ate tiramisu drowning in cream.
A small brown cat threatened me every day with the Little Paw of Death.
I let go of more things than I kept.
I kept more things than I should have.
I got lost. I am still lost. I am finding my way back.