I didn’t see this day coming.  I look up to the huge tree and I saw some writings on the trunk. Mayu you said I’m going to be happy, but I can’t even hope for it to come. I move my wheelchair and scanned the whole trunk when something caught my eye; I moved closer and read it.

“Why do we even live when we all know we’re going to die? The world is so cruel, people are cruel and they don’t understand me, what am I living for?”

I frowned as I read the hate message from someone. This just doesn’t make any sense at all. I thought as I picked up a sharp rock and I replied to his message.

“Whoever you are, you should be thankful because God knows someone needs you right now and that person will understand the smallest things about you.”