Life is rose. Colourful, beautiful, and at times painful. Life isn't white silk cloth. "I was born. I grow up. I go to school. I go to work. I get married. I have children. I grow old. I was buried.” Life doesn't happen to you like that.
I’m writing a book, in my room, sitting at my old desk, looking out the window. I remember being here watching passing clouds and cats fighting on the neighbours' red roof 15 years ago when my family first moved to this house. [...]