Zara loves telling me stories- a ritual over the past 7 years
I found this old journey entry I wrote about my daughter, who was then 3 years old
This was our conversation:
Mama, we need to colour the stars in the sky. Why? I ask.
Because the sky turns to night time and people cannot see
What colours will you paint the stars?
Yellow and blue and green and all the colours...like the flowers in the garden. Then people won't be scared when its night.
And when I look into the neighbour's window, I can see the garden and the sky and there are flowers...in the garden and in the sky..and I'm not scared.
