There she stood. Calm and poise. Tall and strong. Facing the hazard of weather. She may melt under the scorching sun of Sahara or freeze by the bitterness of winter.
I wish I could whisper to her ears ………… sometimes you have to try not to care, no matter how much you do, because sometimes you mean nothing to someone who means so much to you. It’s not pride but self -respect……..
But still, like a statue, she stood high with pride………. for many years to come.