I learned to put my “brave face” on because of you. You taught me to stand still, to walk even when I couldn’t walk, to find myself even when I felt lost.
So today my brave face is on, and I’m learning to do it all over again. Your voice still soothes me, and I thought you should know that my brave face is on, just with a bit more wrinkles. Apparently I grow old, too.
A Hybrid Biomythography 