She broke a stick on the ground
and held it up to me.
‘See there, where it broke? A weakness, there’s a knot.’
She’s always pointing out people’s weaknesses.
Nobody has strength like her,
no one has intelligence as fine as she does.
But instead of being humble and kind in her greatness,
she wants to break people down all the time.
Last month she was told she has cancer.
She shrugged her shoulders and said
‘It happens to people all the time, why shouldn’t it happen to me?’
I said nothing.
She asked me over to her house yesterday
and when I came in, I could see she had been crying.
‘Why me?’ she asked.
I held her hand. It was cold as if she were already dead.
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