Ιt’s easy to see what makes us different, but hard to recognise what brings us together

By Adelina Cazacutu, AUTHOR ;Victoria Vinet, EDITOR

When I was a child with arms too short to reach the raspberry jam on the kitchen shelf, I made my first friend. This friend lived across from our house, keeping me company every night and loving me unconditionally. And, peculiar as it may be, this friend was actually a tree. It wasn’t the tallest nor the most beautiful, but it would tell me the most incredible stories about the heroes and villains, the lovers and enemies of past years, all of whom sought comfort and safety in the embrace of its trunk. As a child, I had countless friends, some big, some small, some who taught me survival tricks for this cold world. Yet from that which was not human, I learned to be loved and to love myself.

Like trees we are, some of us stand tall and keep watch for threats, some of us are dense and on the defence. Some smell like the crisp cool of Winter, others like the fragrant blossoms in Spring. In our diversity we form a beautiful forest, and we stand together through all seasons.

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