A small boy once came, soft skin soaked with tears, and sat in the middle of a wide, green field. His hands were firmly gripped around a seed. Not small, not big. Just a simple seed. He didn't know why he took it, he just did.
But, it was just a worthless seed, not capable in any way to return what was stolen from him. His older sister, dead. Just because she took an apple to give to him. His face was once again washed with a new wave of tears. His sister was all he had. Now he's all alone.
He took the seed he was holding and threw it as far away from him as he could. It landed not far from him. He was a small, weak boy. Traumatized, he walked away, not knowing where to go. He walked a long way, until his feet were sore and his body too tired to continue. He fell down and right asleep.
He was waken by a soft touch on the cheek. He jumped up, startled. Before him, a girl even smaller than him, dressed in rags, watching him with eyes as big as the moon. There was something familiar in her eyes. She looked so scared of him and the world, but there was something more.
He reached his hand out to her. She accepted it and came a bit closer than him. "Please", she whispered, "take care of me. And I will care for you."
And there it was, the thing he was missing, now so obvious in front of his eyes: The care and love his sister has always been showing to him, now embedded in this girl. The same love and care his sister died for. And in that moment he knew that whatever his life would lead to, he will take care of this little girl.
And so he grew stronger and stronger every day, working to get food for him and his new sister. The years flew by, and he took the lead in their lives.
One day, his sister hasn't eaten for days, so he stole for her...
An apple.
A small girl came, soft skin soaked with tears, and sat in the middle of a wide, green field. All was flat, except for a small, young tree, in the middle of it all. She came to he tree and lean on it. It was placed there so randomly, like it was just thrown away and landed there, and she could tell by the bark what tree it was...
An apple tree.
But, it was just a worthless seed, not capable in any way to return what was stolen from him. His older sister, dead. Just because she took an apple to give to him. His face was once again washed with a new wave of tears. His sister was all he had. Now he's all alone.
He took the seed he was holding and threw it as far away from him as he could. It landed not far from him. He was a small, weak boy. Traumatized, he walked away, not knowing where to go. He walked a long way, until his feet were sore and his body too tired to continue. He fell down and right asleep.
He was waken by a soft touch on the cheek. He jumped up, startled. Before him, a girl even smaller than him, dressed in rags, watching him with eyes as big as the moon. There was something familiar in her eyes. She looked so scared of him and the world, but there was something more.
He reached his hand out to her. She accepted it and came a bit closer than him. "Please", she whispered, "take care of me. And I will care for you."
And there it was, the thing he was missing, now so obvious in front of his eyes: The care and love his sister has always been showing to him, now embedded in this girl. The same love and care his sister died for. And in that moment he knew that whatever his life would lead to, he will take care of this little girl.
And so he grew stronger and stronger every day, working to get food for him and his new sister. The years flew by, and he took the lead in their lives.
One day, his sister hasn't eaten for days, so he stole for her...
An apple.
A small girl came, soft skin soaked with tears, and sat in the middle of a wide, green field. All was flat, except for a small, young tree, in the middle of it all. She came to he tree and lean on it. It was placed there so randomly, like it was just thrown away and landed there, and she could tell by the bark what tree it was...
An apple tree.
Cicmila
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