Eve

Let me tell you a story

Long ago, there lived a baby sparrow named Eve.

Eve had beautifully bright eyes.   No other child had her kind of charm.

Young Eve loved to hear stories, Stories of charming princess, stories of kindness and love.

Eve lived in her stories.

One night she might be the princess, the other day an angel.

She dreamed of her charming prince.

She spends her nights staring at the stars wondering how big the universe is, yet how unique she is

For her the world seems to be of endless possibilities.

Eve wanted to fly, fly high, into the clouds, beyond the clouds, space, out of the galaxy.

Eva grow, her dreams grew.

Now as you assume, living in dream is a big mistake, she needs to wake up.

Possibilities and opportunities once seemed unlimited now seem to be limited. Every moment pass by possibility ends.

There are two possible endings to this story, one where Eve has to lead a miserable life and die.

But I won’t let my Eve die. I want her to fly high, keeps dreaming.

Each day is a new beginning.  Each day is a new life.

Let each day give her new dreams.   

I will never have her. She was never mine. 

Let her decide her own destiny.