July 2020

Ah, write. Despite my dyslexia, I always wanted to write, as far as I can remember. My father still has tons of notebooks where I scribbled stories, newspapers where I narrated my days, shared my thoughts, left traces of my emotions on paper. I find that writing can be worth a thousand images, just like photography can be worth a thousand words. My teachers loved the way I told stories, I always had good marks in written expression.