A week ago, my son came to visit me. I hadn’t seen him for about a month; we’d only been in touch via messages. He brought me a red rose – he likes giving flowers. It’s such a lovely gesture; it doesn’t have to be a big bouquet to express the love, respect and admiration he feels for me. It’s a gesture I really love. That’s just how we mothers are – we get so touched by any little gesture from our children, no matter how many people…
The first thing I did was put it in water so it would last longer, as it has sentimental value for me. Yesterday, whilst I was dusting the table where I keep it as a decoration, I realised that the rose has wilted.
However, the rose hasn’t lost its beauty, just its freshness. That’s life: everything has a cycle and comes to an end. My younger years flashed through my mind, ha ha ha, with a touch of nostalgia. These days, I’m not the same person anymore; I’m like that red rose, slowly withering away. You can’t swim against the tide; you just have to be happy.
Life is all about resilience: about getting on with things and finding happiness, because time marches on and shows no mercy; withering away is the law of life; it is a different kind of beauty
Gracias 🫂
Excellent post. I wish you luck in the contest.
Thanks You 🫂