Only After We Met

69 Ginger

69

Ginger

One day, I found the copy of The Little Prince that I’d given him in his nightstand. It was more ragged than I remembered, with yellowed edges, dogeared pages. There were new underlines and notes in the margin in his handwriting. Inside the back cover, he had written the dates when he’d reread it, just like I used to do in the front. And underneath, in a corner, he’d written a quote from the book: The baobabs start out by being little .