• I sat by windows, I wrote of doors. It’s been a trial but I know what I am a child, if not only a girl. I have hands that hold objects of which develop the strength to move them. I have a mind, which allows me to think of words. I have a heart that holds a lot of love; it allows me to care for those that I know. I have a body that brings me to move around and develop ideas from new surroundings. I have time, but I don’t know how much. No one does, so I’ll just let the clock tic and move on.