"I open my eyes and become ready for another day."
Every morning I open my eyes to the painting hanging in my room. An energetic girl is playing with a piglet on a green hill.
Piglet! Before this, I could not imagine that one can have a piglet to play with.
My room is warm, and the golden light meets my skin after passing through the curtains.
My jaw and temple hurt, a pain that sometimes comes to me from grinding my teeth at night after a nightmare.
My heartbeat has started again, fast heartbeats in the cage of my chest . . . again the fast heartbeats.
But every day I am thankful for three things: