If she had succeeded to let go of my life off of her womb, this writing here would have been non existent. I clung to her. I am now given the chance to introduce myself: My name is Lucine, my father’s was Vahan, my mother was called Eva.

I love words, English words that evoke the cadence of a sentence. There were plants and trees that helped me keep on, cats and kittens, songs of people and stories. All helped me survive. Lots of tears flowed for some losses, misunderstandings, rejections.

Even so, here I am