We often walk by familiar objects, without really looking or even really seeing their form. Forgetting memories they once held, or feelings they’re attached too. It’s only when we touch their textures that we reminisce, relishing in the small glimpse of happiness they once offered us.
"... playing hide and seek in the house, hiding from my mother under the dinning table, laying down on the coloured rug, hoping it will camouflage me a little, while looking at my sister’s little feet trying to tip toe behind the curtain."