Oct 21, 2021
Day 21: Token
"Take this," her mother had said, holding a white scarf aloft. Dindrane took the offering, holding it in both hands, staring at it dubiously.
"What is it for?" the child had asked.
But her mother had shrugged. "Choose something. The true meanings in life are the ones we choose."
Her mama had come in then, sighing loudly at her wife. "Must you speak so cryptically? She's but a child, the philosophy can wait."
Her mama had taken her mother's scarf, tying it around her head, akin to a ribbon, while Dindrane mulled over her mother's words.
Nearly twenty years later, still wearing her mother's token, she understood the philosophy a lot better.