Fantasy. I said she was thirteen years old. And this is what she drew for me...

Fantasy. I said she was thirteen years old. And this is what she drew for me. She looked at me with her innocent eyes and asked, “Are you sure I’m thirteen years old?” I nodded, not understanding where she was going with this. “Okay, I’ll try to draw something that reflects my age,” she said and began to draw. Lines, circles, squares appeared on the paper - everything was in disarray. I couldn’t understand what she was trying to portray. But she continued to draw, her hand moving quickly, as if she were in a trance. Soon an image appeared on the paper - the face of a young girl. Her eyes were full of life and her lips smiled slightly. I was amazed - it was wonderful. “It’s me,” she said, looking proudly at her creation. “I drew myself as I see myself. At thirteen years old, I am full of hopes and dreams, I believe in miracles and magic. I don’t yet know what the future holds for me, but I’m ready for adventure.” I looked at her and realized that she was right. At thirteen, the world