"Corn! Where's my corn?!" Nika shouted. "Mom, seriously? Just take another one!" "But I need this one!"
Nika had been decorating the Christmas tree for 35 years. When she was little, the ornaments were kept in a big box, and at the bottom, there was always the corn, which seemed to ask every time it was taken out. "So, how was your year? Did you achieve everything you planned? Or was it the same as usual?"
As a child, hearing such questions from the corn was normal, not hurtful. It was like having someone to admit that out of ten goals, only one was achieved. Who else would ask her like the corn, her childhood friend? With others, she would have to deal with hurt feelings and wonder why things didn’t work out. Nika cried bitterly.
"Found it, Mom, found it! The cat tore it up. We glued it back together. We forgave the cat."
The next year, everything changed for Nika. "So, ask away," Nika thought, looking at her old companion.
"Only trials teach us," winked the corn. "But I see everything for a reason..."
Nika had been decorating the Christmas tree for 35 years. When she was little, the ornaments were kept in a big box, and at the bottom, there was always the corn, which seemed to ask every time it was taken out. "So, how was your year? Did you achieve everything you planned? Or was it the same as usual?"
As a child, hearing such questions from the corn was normal, not hurtful. It was like having someone to admit that out of ten goals, only one was achieved. Who else would ask her like the corn, her childhood friend? With others, she would have to deal with hurt feelings and wonder why things didn’t work out. Nika cried bitterly.
"Found it, Mom, found it! The cat tore it up. We glued it back together. We forgave the cat."
The next year, everything changed for Nika. "So, ask away," Nika thought, looking at her old companion.
"Only trials teach us," winked the corn. "But I see everything for a reason..."