In life, everything we create carries a piece of our soul.
For me, that piece lives within my children.
I love my children deeply. So much that I keep every trace of them. Hair, nails, teeth, like relics of a love I can't let go of.
Anyway, my little star has been different lately, keeping to himself, lost in his own world.
But it's alright. It's easier like this, to watch him without having to go around, without trying so hard to see everything he does.
And I think my little star is a genius. He's been building something, what exactly, I have no idea, but as long as he's having fun, that's all that matters.
I even saw my little daughter following her brother, and they even spent some time together too. I'm dying of happiness just watching them.
My little star looks so cute when he sleeps, smelling fresh, like lemons. I'm happy he cut his hair, it means I can see his eyes again, clear and bright.
And not just him. I watch my other children sleep too, each of them, peacefully, and my heart swells with a quiet, endless happiness.
And I watch my husband sleep too. I feel as if he knows I'm watching, yet he doesn't move. It's quiet moments like these, one of a thousand reasons why I love him, that fill me with a soft, steady happiness.
People call me weird, but is it really weird to be happy? You only get one life, there's no second chance, no do-over.
That's why you have to find joy, no matter what.