How did I survive? I closed my eyes, hid them in my hands. I closed my eyes to ugliness, disgust, my pain. I do everything myself, I thought. I do my best and I succeed, because then I feel good. Asking for help, I don’t do that. But how, hidden behind these palms, can I see the wonderful world, God’s creation? I think I’m protecting myself from pain, but the pain penetrates deep under my skin, and there is no sunlight to heal me. The stars tell me: show yourself! They give me hope. Red represents anger at what has happened. Anger that can also help to chart a new path, step by step.