"Why is she always sad, Grandma?", the small child asked.
"Well, she didn't learn how to let the people she loved in her heart until long after they were all gone. Nowadays, she sits out on her porch and watches the world go by, until she too disappears.", the grandmother replied with an air of sadness.
"That won't happen to you, will it, Grandma?", the question coming out more as a plea.
The grandmother smiled and squeezed the child's hand, "Not at all, I let everyone I love live in my heart."
the mastodon instance at cybre.space is retired
see the end-of-life plan for details: https://cybre.space/~chr/cybre-space-eol