At her eighty, the old woman boasted that she was still there, with wrinkles and aches, while the young girls feared old age like the plague.
These girls were frivolous, unaware of a truth: the old age they criticised would be their own.
«All they care about is not getting old,» she told her granddaughter, who loved nature and was unique and sincere, like a white hydrangea. The granddaughter looked at her with gratitude, loving her as she was.
«You are my most beautiful flower,» the grandmother whispered. «I hope you always remain authentic, just as you are.»
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Short Story[Writober 2024 | pumpFLOWER] 31 stories for 31 characters, in a journey of thoughts, memories and events from the world of "Rotes Band" and "Tamashii no Teien". "Life is made up of days that mean nothing and moments that mean everything." (Anonymous...
