I liked the second photo better, maybe because I look like her, a pale memory of what was expected of me, but interesting, not much either, just enough (I'm talking about me, not the photo).
By the way, I have an unknown child sitting next to me clutching my coffee cup. He tells me to say hello to the little girl.
A hug
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And how do you know what was expected of you? 🤔 Was this important to you?
Sí, ella soy yo misma 😉.
Un abrazo.
What was expected of me was important for a while, it served me to do the opposite 😂. Now I'm curious if I live my life or the one designed by others. And the little boy in the cafe is me 😂. Someday I will introduce him in society, if he wants.