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 youth inseparably. We were together at church, at school, and in every free moment. We even spent all night 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, they said, also quite attractive. The boys often followed 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, even though life has taken us down different paths and we live far from each other, I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of longing. Without thinking, I took a pencil and scratched out 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 wearing red shoes, playfully highlighting that, of course, I was the prettiest... haha!