The Sand on the Beach – Part 2
She was worried, sitting lonely, her tension was visible in her wet eyes. When her maths teacher saw her sitting there, she approached her. “Dear, you are too early, you can revise something meanwhile, wait, what? you are crying, why!!!
The Sand on the Beach
Time is like the sand of the beach. Doesn’t matter how hard you try to hold it, it will fall out of your hands. Every wave will take some from under your feet, but this doesn’t mean that hope is lost. You just need to keep standing and face the rage of the waves.