Mr. Cow | Devin Wu
When I was a child, my sister and I received a matching set of stuffed cows. Hers was pink, and mine was light green. My cow had small yellow horns and happy expressions on its face, and I remember hugging it some nights when I went to sleep. Thinking about my stuffed cow now, who unfortunately did not have a name, I am reminded of those times in my childhood, playing in my backyard, not having a care in the world. It’s that blissful ignorance that comes with youth, and my cow embodies that.