Dear Kanna,
If you can stretch your imagination far enough to a time,
when you were a figment of imagination yourself, you can see her sitting crossed
leg on the floor. She is wearing a blue frock, the color of the summer sky seen
through wisps of tattered clouds. She is 11 years old, scrawny with untidy hair
covering her forehead and a mischievous glint in her eyes, just like you. She
looks up and smiles at you and her smile seems strangely familiar and
comforting, like a beautiful melody sung in a foreign tongue.
As your 11th birthday inches closer, she wants to assure you
that 11 is a wonderful age to be, an age where childhood is still friends with budding
boyhood.
She wishes that you would take a little time, to savor
this year and not be in a hurry to be a ‘big boy’, as these moments drenched in
the sunshine of innocence, will leave everlasting memories when you are a ‘big
boy’. Take a little time this year, to be comfortable in your own skin. As Dr
Seuss quoted” “Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one
alive who is Youer than You”. Good things happen when you don’t pretend to be
what you are not.
She hopes as you sit side by side on the moss covered
wall, brown legs swinging to and fro like an orchestrated performance, that you
will take a little time to laugh, love and live rather than exist.
Take a little time to tell your loved ones what they mean
to you, and realize that what you see in their eyes is perhaps the closest you
will come to magic.
She prays, as she watches a tiny dimple jump down your
cheek in response to a joke she cracked, that you will take a little time to cement
in the cracks of failure and disappointment not with guilt or fear but
perseverance and love, with some tears to soften the rough edges.
She whispers, as you tearfully bid her good bye that she
wants you to take a little time to remember that the magic is within you.
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