Perfect

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A wooden bench, where she could share her worries. Somehow it was easier to converse with thin air, rather than family. She loved them, more than anything, but sometimes what frightened her the most felt overwhelming.

She understood life wasn’t perfect, but it overtook the half glass full feeling.

Scraping her shoes on the paving slabs, thoughts travelled around her head, bumping into each other. Playing the blame game. Today it was different. Her whole day spent worrying about what was going to happen and now she hoped for a better future.

‘Dad, I can speak to you. I always could.’

A breeze fell across the rose petals, and she smiled. They were his favourite thing to look at, and she found comfort in its delicate protection. As she looked down at the tiny ants carrying a partial leaf to their nest.

Living without stressing over the next green, just the one they were bearing.

With the help of her dad, she could overcome any challenge.