2 Years Old

At two years old, the world was a canvas for my ever-changing self. My features softened and shifted as if nature itself was sculpting me anew, but it wasn't just my appearance that was transforming. My behavior began to reflect the spark of individuality. My mom loves to recount how I would light up the room with my dancing, my little feet moving to rhythms only I could feel. She’d laugh as I confidently mispronounced my siblings' names, turning everyday moments into cherished memories.

Looking back, I like to imagine this as the year when my personality began to bloom. Piece by piece, layer by layer, I became someone—still small, still growing, but undeniably me. It’s humbling and heartwarming to think that these early moments, so seemingly ordinary, carried the seeds of the person I am today.