Little cute story ig:
When I was little I would play in my front yard practically every afternoon. Winter, summer, didn't matter, I was outside. Probably in the summer of 2018 or 2019 I family of older people moved on the other side of the block next to mine (my older I mean no children). Every day that summer (and the ones after) two ladies would walk down the sidewalk, probably just talking. I never met or talked to them, although I remember bringing some sort of gift (maybe cookies) to their house with my mom when they moved in. I don't really remember what they looked like except that they were very pretty, one of them always seemed to wear a black hijab and the other wore dark blues and pinks. What confused me was that they wore full black outfits in hot Massachusetts summer. Nevermind that and on to recently, last week I went to an art building and I made a painting. It was my old street with the ladies on it, and I thought a lot about what I remember from my childhood. Only now I realized I don't have that many memory until the past few years, kinda sad but I really like this story of mine :p
If you're reading this I care for you and love you <3
