The child touched the pages in wonderment.
“These are words?” the child asked.
“Yes,” the reader responded.
“And there are worlds beyond this one?”
“Within the pages, yes.”
“But it is just paper!”
“Ah,” the reader smiled. “To an outsider, they are pages.”
The child looked down once more at the book splayed out on the floor.
“But to readers, these pages are magical.”
The reader pointed to the child’s mind. “Here, you see what the words create.” The reader then pointed to the child’s heart. “And here, you let the words heal you.”
“So, books are medicine?”
The reader nodded. “Medicine, escapes, promises, friends, and so much more.”