Looking over to her sister, she sighed.
Why God, the neglect? Why the difference?
We were conceived together, birthed together and grew together.
Am I not of worth?
Is it because I am not flashy or pushy?
I remind myself “They also serve those who stand wait”.
The still small whisper, “I can trust you to wait.”
Sudden voices, cries of surprise, exclamations, sounds of joy…
Winds of change began to blow.
Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © J Hardy Carroll