When I was a child in Buenos Aires, I had three best friends who shaped my life. We grew up together, sharing our childhood and adolescence inseparable. We were together at church, at school, and in every spare moment. We even spent sleepless nights talking on the phone under the covers, despite having been together all day. I still wonder how much we had to say to each other.

They called us "The Trio." We were inseparable, cheerful, and, according to what they said, quite attractive. Boys used to follow us around, but when they had the chance to talk to us, their nerves betrayed them and they didn't dare start a conversation.

The nostalgia Our youth is so beautiful that it sometimes seems unreal, like a memory that shines in the heart. Today, although life has taken us down different paths and we live far apart, I was suddenly overcome by that feeling of longing. Without thinking, I picked up a pencil and sketched a drawing that represented our friendship and those unforgettable days.

I drew it in black and white, like a simple pencil sketch, but I couldn't resist one small detail: I drew myself with red shoes, playfully highlighting that, of course, I was the prettiest... haha!