by whirlawind » Sat Nov 22, 2014 8:10 am
Emillia had slipped out of class, she had no desire to be in the school. She sighed softly and walked away from the school, further and further towards the forest. She was surprised to see a boy and girl already there "Hello?!" She called out to them waving.
"-αη∂ ѕєє ησ ℓσηgєя вℓιη∂є∂ ву συя єуєѕ."
~яυρєят вяσσкє
I think people are a lot like kintsugi pieces, broken and repaired in a way that is unique to them and beautiful. We should always remember to recognize the broken pieces of others and to be empathetic. Don’t forget to celebrate your own chips, cracks, and broken pieces and repair them with gold.