I was raised in a family that had goats. I remember, occasionally, seeing these adorable little creatures playing with one another. I remember trying to pet them, and they’d scurry away.
Little things, similarly miniaturized, have always tickled me. I’m not sure why, but it’s true. I remember always loving the littlest pots and pans my mom had in the kitchen. Babies, animals or human, just as freaking adorable.
So that is a tidbit about me, what about you? Can you share something about yourself?
“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza