Het symbool wat in me opkwam waren ronde grijze stenen/keien. De grootte van mijn handpalm.Het woord wat ik voelde was verlatenheid. Ik zag mezelf als klein meisje in elkaar gedoken op mijn bed met ‘poes’ mijn lievelingsknuffel.

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