February 3, 2026· 18 months old

My world

Sage green tulle, layer on layer of it, with a flower at her shoulder and another almost as big as her head. She is sitting on a patterned rug with pampas grass and a wooden moon behind her, fairy lights in the curtain, and a gold-lettered book propped beside her — The Green Day, Chapter 02. Her hands are folded in her lap. She is looking directly down the lens, not smiling, entirely composed, as though the photograph were her idea.