Always be you.

Ferdinand. A symbol of strength and gentleness, and a reminder to smell the flowers.

I cried when I got this. Not because of the pain, although I sat for five and a half hours in one go. I cried because I thought of all the shitty days that got me here. I thought of all the times that my mom sent me The Story of Ferdinand to remind me of my strength, to remind me to slow down and smell the flowers and to remember there is still beauty in the mess.

I thought about how we fought when she told me she was moving 1,200km away, and how she sent a physical copy of the book to me as a peace offering. It worked. I cried then, too.

I cried because this will be with me long after she leaves this world. I showed her and she was delighted. She said, “Always be you.”

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