I was walking the Christmas Market looking for some presents. Christmas Markets in Germany are neat. The sound of age-old carols wafting through the air combined with the smell of wafers and cinnamon and spiced wine. Stands selling christmas decoration, artsy-craftsy things as well as jewelry, handmade candles, toys or sweets, fries&sausage or anything you name. I was looking for a present my twin could have given me. I already had one I would give to him.
I ended up in front of a stand selling rings and other jewelry, stainless steel and pearls and feathers. I put out my hand and lifted up a ring, touched it, tried it. It fitted my finger perfectly. It had a four-leaved clover engraved and the words "Be Happy".
So, this it was, your gift to me. To wear it always, to remind me that you do not want me unhappy or feeling sorry for myself, or for us.
And it's ever so often I catch myself thinking "Enjy would like me to do that".
Because you want me to be happy.