![]() ![]() When I learned how to read, I couldn’t stop, and even as I grew older, I still looked eagerly for picture books, simply because I had to know exactly what the characters in the book looked like. I observed with wonder my puppies and kittens and other animals and creatures, including the humans around me. In my magical world, I looked for the first flowers that grew after the rain. ![]() ![]() The moment that I could hold a crayon, I started doodling, and each picture came with a song. My third aunt told me a sweet fairytale and she hugged me with her words. The second one showed me a beautiful picture of the world. One sang me a lullaby and she taught me her songs. When I was a baby, my three aunts came for a visit, and each brought with her a gift. ![]()
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