“Learn, so that you can teach
others.” Helena recalled the last assignment from her deceased grandmother whose advice echoed and re-echoed
through her mind, as she planted a rosebush beside the headstone in the country
graveyard.
Suddenly, it started to
drizzle.
“Even the sky is crying, but
this is perfect weather for planting roses.”
“I miss you so much!” she
whispered. A tear rolled down her cheek. “How am I going to survive
alone?”
“Helena , you must learn everything you
possibly can, while I am still alive,” her grandmother had told her. “When I am
gone, never stop learning. Please promise to do this for me.”
“My time is short now, too,”
her grandmother had said. Helena knew she spoke the truth. “Girls always have a difficult
life in every part of the world. Even young ones must learn the art of
survival. Remember everything I have taught you about how to survive on your
own. Pass it on to other girls.”
Her grandmother’s
words echoed in her mind. “A mother can only teach her
daughter so much. Always seek the sisterhood of other girls, female relatives
and other women from different levels of society, so that you can share
what you have learned. Become sisters and you will never be alone.”
“Now, there is a rosebush for
each of you. I love you!”
Suddenly, she heard a
sound, turned turned and spotted Monica, a classmate.
“Can you show me how to plant a
rosebush, too?” asked Monica. “Our great-aunt passed away several weeks ago. I
want to plant one in her memory.”
“I am so sorry,” replied Helena . “Sure, I will
help you plant a rosebush. You can teach others girls. That will make us
all sisters.
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