There is something precious my mother taught me when I was a child: you don’t need to buy gifts—you can make them yourself.
This morning, before starting my workday, I went for an early walk through the forest. The air was quiet and fresh, and the ground was covered with delicate snowflakes. I picked some of them and made five small bouquets.
One was for a friend who can no longer walk because of MS. One was for her mother. One was for my mother. One was for my granny. And one was for my uncle’s wife.
In two days it will be International Women’s Day, so I told them this is my small gift to celebrate it.
I love this holiday because it doesn’t divide women into categories. It simply celebrates women.
