Letters to Emily II: The Little Prince
This morning I woke up thinking that you just live… until one day you look at your surroundings, read a book, watch a movie or listen to a song, and realize how old you are! How fast time flies! How different you see life comparing to the past… then you take your plane and go out to explore other planets and cure your loneliness…
When I was 12 years old, abuelita Blanca Ines gave me a book called The Little Prince. At that time it was just a nice book with funny illustrations that taught me to follow my heart; because essential things are invisible to the eyes. I lost count of how many times I have read that book, but every time I do it, is like I am reading it for the first time. I always read it with different eyes, and depending on my life circumstances; I have learnt to stay humble, to value friendship, to be an explorer, to reflect upon my own actions before criticizing others, to love a rose, to cope with loss and loneliness, or to keep my inner child happy… so many things I’ve learnt and I am sure that if I read it again I will discover a million more.
Remember the other night, when we were reading together, papo was playing guitar and we ended up taking pictures with our favorite books and making silly videos? I browsed The Little Prince again and I pictured ourselves talking about the open and close boa constrictor, the rose, the fox and the snake. Like that Little Prince we are explorers, we don’t really care for the adult need of owning everything; but we can love a rose, and we do understand as well that flowers don’t last forever, and even though there are gardens full of roses, our love make that rose unique and we are responsible for the one we love. You have your rose, I have mine… don’t you think we are so alike?
I can’t wait for you to turn 12 years old, and share with you this wonderful book. I know you don’t want to wait, but I want it to be that way; because you are my girl, because I was 12 when I read it for the first time, and because I need to have special memories just for the two of us. I spend so much time with Sammy in therapies or just playing with him, and you have been so good with all the changes in our family, that sometimes I don’t realize that you are just a child, my wonderful-beautiful rose, the one I love, the one that make me come back, and the one that need me for herself as well.
There are so many wonderful things out there for you; you are only 7 years old, you cannot see them yet, but they are waiting for you: “In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night.”