We always thrive on nostalgia, and we find our calm through the recollections of time spent at home, the memories associated with familiar smells and familiar spaces.

Penned down in a short account on a bunch of feelings rolled up in a bundle of cotton.

As a kindergartner newly learning the alphabet, I was full of questions and curiosity in my heart and glitter in my eyes, the kind that made stars sparkle. So, I put some of that glitter all over my books and notebooks and uniform and felt I carried the whole world around with me.

This morning, my best friend told me she wanted to be a cat. I didn’t find it funny because we all desire to be something that we are not someday. But that choice of her something was a cat, and I didn’t know how to feel about it.