The Old One’s people believed they belonged to one another, and therefore took care of each other. But as the years wore on and their numbers grew, disagreements turned into division. They forgot how to see each other as equals, no matter the differences. Forgot that those who owned nothing were just as important as those who owned much. Forgot that everyone’s voice mattered. The Old One’s people forgot how to take care of each other.
When I read this, it struck me as life today. I was reading a fairy tale that echoed real life. Sadness is pervasive, but hope can still write a different ending.
