Message From Bees
Description
I've always had interest in bees since I was 5, but I never seem to find them and they never seem to find me too. Not until today.
Foreword
I was 5 when I got stung by a bee. It was a small one, not bigger than my pinky finger that time if I remember it clearly. I should have listened to my mother that time, she warned me to stay away from the big tree that was standing firmly at the edge of the woods. But my brother said it was okay to take a climb just not too far from the ground. As a 5 year old girl, I always look upon my brother who is 6 years older than me. We barely fight so much, that's why I still look upon him until now.
I remember when my brother lent his hand to me and pull me up to one of the tree's strong branch. He sang so loud I could remember that his voice was echoing through the woods and he asked me to join him even though I didn't really know the song but I mimicked him anyway. After a few minutes singing out of our lungs, I said I wanted to go home because I was hungry, I remember when he my head, smiled and said that he was hungry too. So he jumped down from the branch and opened up his arms, ordering me to jump into his arms. But as soon as I land in the ground with my brother's help, something beautiful caught my attention. A blunt yellow and dark coloured insect flying upon my brother's head.
After that, all I could remember was coming home with a huge swell on my arm as I cried behind my brother's back. He carried me all the way to the house behind him as I cried loudly because of the pain. He explained everything to mom and dad, my mom got furious when she knew my brother took me by the tree while my father busy carressing me inside his warm arms and said that everything's just fine.
I was 5 and the pain is still fresh in my mind even after 16 years had passed. And ever since, I've always been interested in bees, but I never found one, not until today.
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