My grandma is a mermaid
I often visit my grandmother at the seaside, where she has made her home. It is our sanctuary, a haven where time slows down, and the rhythm of the waves mirrors the rhythm of our hearts. Swimming together has become our daily ritual, a quiet bond shared in the embrace of the ocean.
I love watching her. She moves through life with the ease of the tides, adapting, flowing, and always finding her path.
Her beauty lies in the freedom she has carved out over the years—a freedom born of courage and self-discovery. She has questioned and reinvented herself, bravely dismantling the constraints of a strict and pious upbringing. Like a determined wave in an endless sea, she has defied expectations, weathered grief, and made peace with the inevitability of change.
She wears her journey with pride. Her beauty is in the strength to embrace the shifting tides of age, learning to love a body that tells the story of a life fully lived. It is in her daring, her ability to fall in love again at the age of 80, her heart wide open to new beginnings.
Ghislaine is the mermaid who shows me how to navigate the unpredictable currents of life.
2024: Print publication, Aurum 999,9 MagBook
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