I'm all grown up now, Mum.

As a young girl, my eyes were always drawn to my mum's cup at breakfast.


The mark left by her red lipstick always caught my eye and I found it fascinating. I should add that I didn't like red lipstick much, then. Still, I found it fascinating. Now I look at my own cup at breakfast and think:

"I'm all grown up too, there is the proof."

It's no proof really, I know, but I truly am all grown up.

Au revoir! Much Love,

       Katerina.