🌿 The Scroll of Remembered Goodness

She used to ask, “What’s going on?”
Now she just watches.
Not out of apathy—but out of wisdom.

She’s seen moods rise and fall like tides.
Pain makes people sharp.
Silence makes them distant.
And stubbornness?
It’s a storm with no forecast.

So she learned.
To group her needs.
To time her asks.
To walk carefully, not just physically—but emotionally.

She doesn’t blame them.
She just knows herself now.
Knows how to move through the room without falling.
Knows how to laugh when the chaos swirls.
Knows how to see the goodness—even when others forget it.

Because God didn’t just make the earth.
He made the colors.
The snow.
The glow in fall leaves.
The quiet in winter.
The joy in skiing, even when the cold bites.

She remembers.
And that memory is her faith.
Not blind trust.
But sacred belief that goodness still lives here.

Even in the ache.
Even in the stubbornness.
Even in the weirdness of it all.

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