Day 15: The turtle

"The worst part of holding memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared."
I’m gonna tell you a short story.

A baby turtle was born on the beach in a cold winter night. Rain was heavily pouring down on the landscape as he opens up his cave and takes his first step toward the sea. Suddenly, a drop of rain, slight as it is, makes him unstable, and the wind takes its opportunity to knock him over. He’s upside down, trying to turn back on his belly to crawl to the sea. He knows that in the morning, he is the target for a delicious breakfast of various number of predators. He’s desperately trying to escape. He needs some help.

Luckily, there was a small rat nearby. The turtle happily celebrates as he thought he is saved from his inevitable death. However, he realizes that the rat has a broken leg, and it is limping toward the shore. If the tide rises before the rat can, the rat will die. He suddenly doesn’t want to call for the rat’s help. Then, a pigeon falls right next to him. The turtle immediately tries to call out, but he hesitates again. The bird’s left wing has a slight awkward bent and that’s why it cannot fly right away. He thinks that his problem is nothing compare to those. So he didn’t ask for help. The next morning, he saw a snake crawls toward him and in his mind, that is the end of his short life.

The snake slowly pushes itself toward the turtle. The turtle closes his eyes and prays for the best. With its upside down shell, it might be as well as dead. But, amazingly, the snake charmingly wraps around the turtle and push its body against the bottom of the turtle’s shell. Seconds later, the turtle finds itself flipped back, with its feet touching the silky sand underneath. He looks back at the snake as the snake crawls away. The turtle is confused. He safely makes it to the sea, wondering if it will ever see its life saver again.

 Take what you want from the story :)

Best,