Sharing and Memories of Sofia
What I remember most is the birthday cake that Sofia made for me by herself. I was in a low mood that day because of a failed exam. She didn't say much, but silently took me to her kitchen. Under the warm light, she focused on whipping the cream and piping the flowers, as if she were completing a work of art.
When she handed me the exquisite cake, what I felt was not only the sweet taste, but also the silent care and encouragement. From then on, I understood that true psychological healing sometimes does not require complicated theories, but just a caring company and warm sharing.