ยด What Didn't Happen -
December 12, 2015

My parents’ mind was set: my name was to be Carolina. Nothing wrong with the name but it would have been a totally wrong name for me my mum concedes now. Then destiny intervened: one day my mum was passing by some playground and with the thickest of Swiss accents some unknown person I will eternally be grateful to shouted Kkkaaaroliiiiiiiiinaaaaaaaaa . In that instant my mum understood that that’s what it would sound like, when others would call me. And she changed her mind.

Some days we might find it hard to be grateful for something that happened. Why not be grateful for something that did not happen?

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