Some children grow up in gardens.
Some grow up learning how to leave.
War changes the meaning of childhood.
Suddenly, home becomes something fragile—
something you must hold tightly
while the world keeps moving.
This girl rides forward
between memory and distance,
carrying the only house
she has ever known.
Because sometimes,
when you leave your country,
you don’t leave your home behind.
You carry it inside your arms.
