Our living room is empty and quiet, yet somehow it's filled with an incredible warmth. There's nothing here but a simple inflatable mattress on the floor where we sit close, laughing and playing—just a mother and her daughter with a story that words can hardly capture. The walls are bare, no pictures to hang on them, the cupboards are empty,...
I arrived. In every sense of the word. A new country, a new life — far from everything that once felt familiar. There was no grand arrival. No music. No confetti. Just a tired little girl in my arms, a bundle of tension tucked under my coat, and a quiet voice inside that whispered, "It's going to be okay now."...
How I Imagined a New Life? There was a time when, instead of watching series in the evenings, I was studying maps. I was hunting for books about countries, tasting the names of faraway cities as if I were trying to find the perfect setting for a different life. And in many ways, that's exactly what I was doing.