And she would always say;
" Don't let the water change you, because at the end of the day, it's just water. And once you've changed that water, try to make it sweet.", and then she would smile as she gave him a big hug, rub his head, kiss him on the forehead and mend his wounds, before making him a warm comforting dinner or lunch depending on her work schedule at the hospital.
The memories that came with the lesson that which he was trying to put into good use, made his eyes water a bit, oh how long ago they were, how warm they were, how far away they were... The passing thought of how tired she must have been to not have given him a hiding by then made him feel heavy for never acknowledging it.
Oh how hard he tried to change the searing water, but how does one make rooibos out of cof
