My mother was holding me in her arms, it was very late at night, my father was driving fast, I directed my gaze up to see the reflection of the lights that looked like shooting stars above us, I wondered how I got into this world, as I was very young there were many things that I didn’t understand, I thought that perhaps I got here as one of those stars that seemed to fade away in the infinite…It is strange trying to bring back my first memories as a child, as somehow, I feel vulnerable and a bit nostalgic realizing that the purity of my soul and the innocence of my being have slowly faded, like those shooting stars that I remember so clearly.