Never Grow Old

red barn

“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”

-Franz Kafka

Oliva,

This is my hometown. I know every inch of it by heart. Walking through it makes me feel like a tourist, with you as a guide. This boring old red barn, so common in this region becomes magical. “That’s where the animals live.” I can see the wheels turning, this must be Old McDonald’s farm! Pausing in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Bingo the dog.

Thank you Little Flower, for reminding me that all it takes is a brief pause to recognize that the world is a magical place.

I love you dearly,

Mama

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