RED THREADS: From When I Invented Unicorns

What innocence! I filled entire notebooks with colorful unicorns who told their own stories of gallops and landscapes inside my head. Outside, the world danced to another rhythm: my grandmother in the kitchen, my mother chatting with her friend, my father wrapped in the smoke of burnt wood in the back room. I, immersed in my own universe, which couldn't fit on a single sheet of paper.