Fig 1. staircase (author's own)
A memory from the staircase, I was involved, yet too young to remember it. This is not my memory, but my mum's. Many years ago, as she was carrying me down the stairs, she slipped and fell all the way down to the bottom steps, although she was hurt... she did not let go of me. So these stairs cradle a memory filled with both insecurity and security at the same time. Maybe it symbolises a bond between me and my mum.
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