If I were to met my Young me I would talk to her about the amazing things I did but I would never tell my childish me not to do the same mistakes, because there's nothing I would change on my life. And also I would tell herhow awsome we have been. And most of all remember to my young versión that she, he, is loved and beloved as well.
She made the snow dance at the tip of her finger tips. She made the snowflakes dance as they fell silently onto the ground. The snow began to take form and turned into a little bird. The bird landed on her finger. The woman whistled to it and the bird started to sing along to it. Then she stopped and looked over to where I was standing.