I know I'm just a girl, but can I change lives?
Inspired by the things the family Lilliane was staying with had told her about the Festival of Lights, Lilliane had decided to try and make one for herself. Armed with a few thin wooden boards, a bundle of flexible and relatively straights sticks, thin paper, string, and a few tools, she was ready to start.
Settling down in a calm area - probably the garden of an abandoned house - she spread out her materials and looked at them appraisingly. She had never made something like that before, but it couldn't be that difficult. With a smile, she rolled up her sleeves and started comparing the wooden pieces, thinking about what to use as the base of her lantern.
Settling down in a calm area - probably the garden of an abandoned house - she spread out her materials and looked at them appraisingly. She had never made something like that before, but it couldn't be that difficult. With a smile, she rolled up her sleeves and started comparing the wooden pieces, thinking about what to use as the base of her lantern.
If I am nothing, if I am trying, I think I can
Lilliane
