Black and White | The Boy and the Mask Celebration

The greatest joy when we were kids was participating in celebrations, no matter what they were, what mattered to us at the time was getting to play. Childhood is the most carefree time, never have we heard of a child stressing over a partner, almost committing suicide due to debt or the disappointment of not being the coolest person. All that is childhood.

It is still vivid in my memory, one night when my father turned on a very simple lamp, it was a lamp with oil, spartus, and a white wick when burned it was very white in color, like a neon lamp turned on. At that time we were very happy to celebrate, no matter if it was a joyful celebration or a sad celebration. Everything was beautiful.

Just like a child in the heat of the day. But look what happened, he was so happy to join the festivities in the town where he lived.
It's all a pleasure in itself. How she enjoyed it, the mask she often wore to cover her bright face.