I saw Sympathy clearly at th old, run down shelter. She was an elderly woman. And she was so small. And she was so fragile. But she was so much more strong. And as she was cooking and passing out food I heard her whisper the words, "It'll be alright," and I knew it would be. For those scars covering her skin told me how much she would, and already had, sacrificed for those people she pitied. The people at the shelter thanked her lovingly, as if she were their own mother. And as I watched her, sympothy was what I felt. This woman was covered with proof of her sacrafice. And in that moment I knew just how much she cared for me, and loved us all.
 Alatria · Mon Sep 18, 2006 @ 12:09am · 1 Comments |
