Such a beautiful poem, Ema. It made me think of my mother, who sacrificed her dreams to raise me and my younger brother. We are now adults, but she still carries our burdens on her shoulders. I have a blurred memory in my head... I was 5, watching her braid her long hair and decorate it with butterfly pins--a small moment that, looking back, was perhaps her way of connecting with the girl within her. Your poem made me think of that. Thank you for sharing. 💜🌸