My favorite place in the whole world is my mom's hair. They're soft, reassuring and when I'm nestled against it, I feel like I'm in a secret place where nothing can happen to me. I can hide, whisper my fears, dream. But for a while, something's changed... New colors appear: fine snow strands, small grey clouds, as if time left its traces. Where do they come from? What do they mean?
Through the curious and soft eye of a child, this story celebrates time passing, the body's transformations and the unique beauty of all mothers. A book full of tenderness, inviting readers to love oneself at every age, every strand of hair, and every shared moment.