In my life there’s always been a woman who represented womanhood. A female figure that embodied The Figure in my life – the one I want to look like, whose example I would always like to follow, whose advice I would always look for and consider first. This is my mother, and as much as it might sound cliché I love her more than anything, more than anyone, more than words could tell. In these moments I’m not ashamed that I miss her (partly because she’s 3 hours away from me by plane, partly because we have this special bond). I am sorry that today I couldn’t give her a flower as I used to do when I was 6. Nevertheless, I wanted to take this opportunity to show her how much I love her. Happy 8th of March, mum!