Noctis
There was this story my mother liked.
She used to enjoy telling this story in particular even if me and my brothers hated it. It was the story of a little girl that couldn’t grow up. It didn’t matter how much she ate or how much she exercised. She was still small and weak after many years had passed and all of her friends had grown and died. Tired of always being a child, the little girl went out to look for the old tree of the village, the wisest tree of them all, that had all the answers.
“Why can’t I grow up?” she asked the tree.
And the tree answered, “one can only grow by eating fears and swallowing pain. You have only eaten food, you have only slept well at night. You only know warmth and goodness. If you really want to grow up you need to feel pain and you
