Today, pondering over the years passed, a faint voice echoed back in her head.
She was ready to venture out in the world……..
“Be a girl, but don’t look like one….” her mother had barely whispered.
“Heat yourself over fire as the chill of cold wintry nights envelope you,
But be careful enough not to burn yourself!
Because scars once gained are hard to let go
Sometimes they’re sweet like love, sometimes they are born of ego!”
Looking into the water below, the words were fresh in her mind as she stood up, ready to jump.
