I found this tattered copy of The Little Prince in my Mom’s old things when I was around 9 years old. I immediately fell in love with the strange child and his adventures. It’s one of the few books I bring with me each time I move a little further away from home. When I lose sight of what’s important, this book reminds me that “it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
I have read this over and over again but the experience is never the same. Thank you, Antoine de Saint-Exupery.