Sandra had as many kinds of fears as there were colors in her make up kit: red fear for punishment, blue for humiliation, white for fear of being nothing. She feared not being smart enough, confident enough, attractive enough. She felt fear for disappointments and uncertainty; even for fear itself.
One after the other, the doors to her heart imperceptibly closed. Her most valued treasures—hope, trust and peace—were left inside, safely locked up as in a solid bank vault. Nobody, not even Sandra, had access to the combination.
And afterwards, people said, “How strange! That girl had everything!