My red note book,
Contains my writings of days of the past,
Of the time present.
It contains my emotions,
My laughter,
My days when we used to be more livelier
It takes me back to the time when God carried me in his arms
And when my maternal grandmother was alive.
My red notebook is my journey into the life of Ma, Baba and me.
It is a treasure but unlike others it doesn’t leave a trail.
Adios!
