This painting takes me back to a happy childhood, during which, years later, I learned that in those seemingly happy years, there was a war in Artsakh. And who would have thought that years later, this same painting would illuminate our hearts and stay with us forever, as we did not want to part from our memories.

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The last time I went to my parents' house, I went to get family photos. I really like simple old photos where we were still children. The most precious things were the Bible and the photographs, which I carefully brought to Yerevan. I really like this photo, where I am with my two sisters... We have been friends since childhood, protecting and helping each other... Nothing has changed since then, we are friends and support for each other. A lot has happened in our lives, but we have remained the same.