My flashlight. It’s been by my bedside for at least five years. I barely ever use it nowadays, but when I do, it leads me to happiness. With this little cylinder of light, I can go through my parent’s garden at night for some little quiet time to myself. It protects me when I’m scared of the dark after a bone chilling horror movie. It seems like such a small thing ,but makes a big difference in my mood and mental health. I think this flashlight also represents to me, a sense of guidance. It lets me see the things I need to see and yet, lets my own curiosity drive me. I think this flashlight is symbolic for my mom who guides me through every step in life, never leaving my side.