This is how it goes.
My granny says, “I love you, sweetheart, but you have to go.” And I ask her why. She smiles and says that it’s my time to do something great. I tell her I don’t know what she means, so she explains to me that the chicken is like the goose because they’re both talented. And they find a duck or something like that. I tell her that what she said was illogical. She tells me that it’s okay, and she will see me in a year. She says to think about it until then; I’ll figure it out soon.
So she waves and tells me to be like the deer, wolf and the moose. Kind, protective and unique. So I agree and we have hug. Leaving it at that she smiles and I wave one last time before I walk towards the strange greeting woman at the front of this giant building.