Redecorating her old room. Patching walls to prepare for painting. Tedious work. Filling small holes. Seems like hundreds (thousands?) of them per wall. A little frustrating.
Until I realize - each nail hole, each prick from a push pin, each anchor you pull from the wall - represents another stage of her childhood.
Boy band and movie heartthrob photos ripped from magazines.
Pictures with friends.
Drama club flyers.
Posters from the year she "discovered" the Beatles.
Each passing age with its own symbolswere once pinned on these walls. Leaving their mark.