Every time I think about having kids I remember this orphanage that I used to visit, specially this little 3-year-old girl I met there. She had a huge scar covering her belly from top to bottom, and the social worker told me it was her mother who had done that to her. She was so traumatized she never spoke, but her eyes had this urge for attention and love that made me want so badly to take her home with me. Well, maybe someday I will.


Why chasing shadows when you are surrounded by light?
The love for the unknown will always surpass the comfort of traversed paths. But to what extent do we really get to know these paths?
There is always a dark corner where secrets are kept well hidden from passers-by.