After spending countless hours drawing umpteen lines, she reached for her scissors and began to cut. The strips of paper falling below made her think of pasta. Homemade pasta.

She imagined a plump Italian grandma rolling out dough. With ease she would create perfect, uniform noodles the girl was sure came only with time and age.

Later the entire family would come to grandma’s to share in her creation – enjoying stories and laughter over a bottle of wine.

The girl continued cutting her imperfect strips. Time and age, she thought.