A Yellow Flower


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The Yellow Flower

I asked my mom the other day what really defines us, what makes us different from everybody else?
Is it our ginger hair, or maybe our blue-skied eyes, or is it because we are smarter than some people?
She paused for five seconds, picked a flower, a yellow pale one….
This flower is different from the others, it could’ve been dead already, just like the ones next to it but it has this persistence which made me differentiate this flower from the dead and lively ones, not because it’s prettier than them, but because it had the opportunity to die but fought it.
That what really defines one from others, we fight, lose and fall down but we never give up until the last leaf falls down.