The Essentials Store

Once upon a time, there was a city full of bright lights and sounds that never stopped, where people were rushing from one place to another, always in a hurry, always busy. In the middle of that city lived Alba, a young artist who, every day, tried to capture the beauty of the world in a simple sketchbook. But no matter how much she drew, she always felt that something was missing, as if the true meaning of what she did was hidden in some corner that she had not yet found.

One day, tired of routine and noise, Alba decided to walk aimlessly. She got lost among narrow streets and forgotten parks, and it was on one of those unknown corners that she found a small shop with a sign that said: "Here you only find the essentials." Curious, she pushed the door and entered. Inside, the walls were covered with illustrations that seemed to speak to her, as if each one held a story of its own.

The shop owner, a woman with a calm face and deep gaze, greeted her with a smile. "Here we sell clothes for those who want to remember what is important," she said. "Each illustration is a reminder of the beauty we often forget to see."

Alba walked around every corner, touching the soft fabrics and observing the minimalist drawings that somehow seemed to have life. One showed a pair of hands holding a ray of light; another, an eye that looked straight into the soul. Fascinated, she took a sweatshirt in her hands and asked the woman what the drawing on the garment meant.

"It's an invitation," the owner replied. "To live slowly, to remember that you don't need much to be happy. You only need the essentials: a comfortable garment, a sunny day, a cup of tea. Everything else is details."

Alba walked out of the store with the sweatshirt on, feeling strangely light, as if the world suddenly made a little more sense. And so, every time she wore it, she found herself remembering those simple, beautiful moments of her day: the first ray of sunshine, the song of a bird, the sound of rain.

Since then, Alba has never stopped returning to that store. She understood that each item of clothing she bought was not just clothing; it was a small story, a promise to take only the essentials with her and leave the noise behind.