When I was a teenager a Sarah Wilkerson gave me a beautiful note book. It had a girlish covered with a blend of pink and purple flowers and photos of naked babies turned into fairies. At first I was not sure what to do with it. Then suddenly it all made sense. I was in second form, away from home, and battling with depression during that time. It was that year that I began to write about how I felt. It was also the year that I discovered that God really did love me (although that is another story). From that year, until the year after I graduated from high school I wrote in my book. Some pages were tore out, and some were used by my classmates to write notes in (we didn't have a yearbook so when we graduated we got "autograph books" I didn't get one, so I used my treasure book instead). I lost my book when moving from Santa Elena to San Ignacio and I have been worried about it ever since (2 years now). Then, last night, I got the inspiration to check the bulky "hope chest" (you have to know my family to understand that one). At the bottom, underneath the dishes and other nuptial stuff, was my fairy book. I found it! It was like finding a long lost friend, or even better, a piece of my soul that was lost through a drug called Busy Life.
Don't be surprised if one of my childish writings finds its way on my blog. Be warned, they are crude and unpolished. Many of them only sing for me.
Funny though. Now purple is my favourite colour, and I think fairies are pretty neat, for what they symbolize.