One night, as the moon shone over the beautiful mansion, a little baby girl was born. She was as beautiful as a rose in bloom so she was called Rosey. Rosey grew strong and healthy. To her everything was bright and wonderful. She even thought thorns were a wonder. She would smile and say, “Don’t worry. Your just beautiful in your own way”. She was a very happy toddler but as the leaves rustled Rosey began to find that everything got dark and old. Her parents were not as wonderful as before. The birds didn’t tweet anymore and thorns were just another weed that stabbed you. When Rosey grew up and had children of her own she taught her kids to find wonderful things in everything, even if it gets old and grey.
November 27, 2014