That one question sparked something inside me. We began talking every day—about our dreams, our past, our favorite places in the world. I told her about my childhood in Bern, the way I found peace in the silence of the mountains. She shared stories of growing up in Rome, her love for painting, and how she dreamed of one day seeing the Swiss Alps in person.
I usually went to the same cafe, but this time I decided to go to a new place. When I walked in, I s...
I was on the bus and listening to music. At one of the stops, a girl came in with a book. She read ...
At a wedding, my friends decided to organize a dance competition. The music started playing and the ...
