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𝚜 𝚗 𝚘 𝚠 𝚏 𝚕 𝚊 𝚔 𝚎 𝚜

"People are like snowflakes.

"They differ from the rest, yet they get lost in the bunch of snow in your hands.

"You can crush them easily, because they're simple.

"Not complex like other things."

This had been her view on life from the beginning.

Her mother taught her all she knew, her metaphors covered in little lessons she needed her six year-old daughter to know.

Eventually, she had gotten used to her mother's tales.

They usually involved simple things, like charging a phone or reading a book.

Each of them had such a deep meaning, her young brain could not comprehend.

The main one told to her was the one about snowflakes.

She and her mom went to the snow often, it being so close to their home town.

Everytime, she got told stories about how simple people really were.

They were always compared to the pile of snow and single snowflakes.

Her mom never considered that she and her daughter were people too.

If she had, maybe things would have turned out differently.

Either way, the snowflake story stood with her mother for years and years, until her untimely death.

A disastrous airplane crash had taken her mother away forever.

Her mother's snowflake story had been right about everything, she realized.

She was easy to break.

She never seemed different.

Everyone else did.

She never felt as if she were overshadowed in a group.

Other people did.

She never felt like she was weak like others.

Most people did.

She always felt as if she were the most complex thing out there, like a puzzle no-one could decifer.

That's what she had in common with other people.

"People are egocentric, dear, that's why they feel more complex then they are."

Her mother's words rung in her ears at the funeral service.

She really was just some egocentric little kid then.

Now she understands it all.

We all don't feel different, but we are.

We all feel like we get lost in the swarms of people out there.

We all feel weak at some point, even if we don't notice it.

We all feel too complex, as if it's too difficult to figure ourselves or others out.

All these sudden truths hit her all at once, hitting at different directions so fast that she could barely breathe.

They all surrounded her, stalking her like prey.

They needed her to believe them.

So she could fit in with everyone else.

All of those egocentric snowflakes called people.

That's who she is.

And she can't deny it any longer.