“Pooh looked at the little bear in his arms and blinked softly. 
‘Who are you?’ he asked, his voice gentle as a whisper through the trees. 
The little bear didn’t answer, only smiled the way Pooh once did — full of wonder, full of dreams.
And in that quiet moment, Pooh realized something he hadn’t thought of before. The little bear wasn’t a stranger at all. He was the part of Pooh that still believed in simple joys, in the sound of laughter, in the sweetness of honey, and in the warmth of friends.
‘Oh,’ said Pooh, holding him a little closer, ‘you’re the me I used to be — the one who still remembers how to see magic in ordinary things.’
The wind brushed past them softly, and Pooh smiled, feeling a tiny heartbeat against his own.
‘Don’t ever go too far away,’ he whispered. ‘Because when I forget who I am, I’ll need you to remind me.’
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