When I picked Kitreena up at school on Wednesday last week, she had a little flower in her hand. Purplish little bloom, long-stem, almost like a weed kind of flower. All she wanted to do with the poor detached blossom was to put it in a cup of water. She knew it was going to come back to life and grow a whole bush of purplish little blooms, long-stems and all. Bringing a weed back to life? Hmmm… ah well. So it’s a weed. So what. It’s still a life.
The truth was, not only that I had no faith that the single stem purplish flower could be revived, I also had no care for the weed. Until…
Kitreena proved me wrong!
I think Enida needs to learn a thing or two about faith from a child. She really does!
Questa è Enida 