A short story

Fallen leaves

I sat thinking about all my problems and how burdensome they are.

"What's wrong," my mother asked
"I don't feel like I can handle this" 

She pointed toward a tree, "do you think trees worry when their leaves fall?"
...

"Sometimes I think about how big my problems are too but in reality, we're all like that tree. We stand and during certain seasons our leaves fall and we turn dull but it's only temporary. Our problems are quite small, really. It will pass trust me. After winter comes spring, new leaves will grow"