𝔸 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔹𝕚𝕥 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕄𝕖.

Five.

When I was five, I wasn't interested in love, I thought about future jobs and careers, what I might become. Or what people wanted me to become. I loved and looked up to my parents.

I wanted to reach my parents' expectations and become successful. I wanted to live a happy life, just like my parents. 

I found very many interests in my life. Art. Even though all those bright, vivid colors were lines, it still looked pretty and fascinating to me. Red was my favorite. I liked to read, although all the sounds that came out of my mouth were mumbles and laughs. Perhaps I just liked the pictures.