I grew surrounded by the Angel's trumpets that were my everyday's fragrance, I inhaled their scents as I was sitting under the humid tropical leaves, under the shinning big moon, where I closed my eyes and traveled into paradise, everything was botanical, flowery, tasty, and dreamy. Until my dog came jumping onto the bunch that my father engraved and made; it held many pictures of the imperfect young innocent me surrounded by flowers. The dog wanted to play with me, he felt alone because I went into the trip of my imagination without him. I threw the rounded leaves ball, that was made from corn leaves, he was rolling on the ground and I rolled with him, until mom came to me saying : " are you still a child to roll like that on the ground?! stand up!".