Miss K.

My father used to tell me Brecht's Mr K Stories and now I am going through life with my own Miss K, sometimes so alike myself, and sometimes tremendously different. Anyway, I already got used to hear her laughing loud, crying in a whisper and living like a flying wounded bird. We are growing up together in the second part of our lives and I am really thankful for that. She is part of the family I chose, the one you build with the people you need. She is my Miss K.