this broke my heart
This is a story about a baby elephant raised by a human mom. The quote I show below just made me want to cry and cry even though it wasn't directly about the death – just trying to “identify”. I think OTs and those of us in helping professions in general are often exposed to those struggling to find their identity either due to challenges physically or mentally – here it is laid out so starkly.
“One night Moses started exploring Jenny’s face. “He’d touch my eyes with his trunk, and then his eyes. Touch my ears, then his ears. Then my mouth, then his mouth. But then he circled my nose again and again and again.”