There’s a little girl again. This time she was a princess, she went to the wedding with her good friend. Adult friend. She always used to get on with adults. She used to chat with them about interesting things. Adult things. The children things were no fun for her, except tree climbing, cooking from mud, playing a doctor.
Because she had to be strong whils fighting the disease, she partly lost the child side of her childhood. It doesn’t matter though. Losing the childish light heart to soon, she‘s returning to it now in her adulthood. She is able to get excited from her heart about small things. She knows it and she‘s happy for it. She appriciates it more and more. She keeps finding beauty in everyday life. She travels like a little mouse, enjoying invisibility with her favourite songs in her ears. She secretly explores people around her – small, big, young, old, famous, ordinary, esoteric ones. They are only people but still so fascinating. She looks at their wrinkles, smiles, eyes, attitudes. She guesses what they’ve been through in their lives. Each one of them has its own (perhaps bitter-sweet) story. We can’t know. That is why it is important to be kind to strangers. Smile at them. Maybe they‘ll smile back at you. 

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There was one girl who had her own world. Everything seemed black and white, because all she felt was just a pain. She kept asking herself when is it finally going to finish. The end wasn’t coming although she wished for it countless times, completely exhausted. She kept fighting. She wasn’t giving up. Not for herself, but for others. She didn’t want them to be hurt. She wanted them not to be afraid and not to weep. She was fighting with teddybear by her side every day for several years. She didn’t understand why it was happening, why she had to be sick. Some children were rude to her. They spat on her hair. They gave her ugly nicknames only because she was different, sick. The smallest in the class. She was always out of school. Such a black sheep – scared, silent, no fun. Nobody knew what was going on in her head. When she wanted to make someone happy, she was blamed for buying their friendship. That was the saddest thing for her. She only wanted friends. She wanted to fit in. She wanted to be loved.
The children did not realize the consequences of their words and actions. One could say they’re just kids. Well, kids can be very mean, even though they were not born like this.
Now the girl has grown up. She’s only 160 centimeters tall, her teddybear is somewhere deep in her old room cupboard and she‘s glad to have survived all of it. Now she knows why it happened. Because it’s life. Life journey. It has made her the person she is now. She’s looking back at it differently now, gratefully. She found out who the true friends are and there isn’t a lot of them. Beautiful, humble, good soul is hard to be found, for example, one of the real friends is the guy who took this picture. 
Thank you, buddy.  I’ll never forget. 

BY: Ondrej Pech

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