I remember a poem about children. I remember a few words: son, I want to tell you that life has never been a crystal staircase.

I once read a poem called "To my beloved son", and I always thought it was a little too inspirational, but I copied it down and kept it out to savor.

Children, I want to tell you that life has never been a crystal staircase.

There are nails on it.

And debris.

The wooden boards of the stairs are also fragmented.

There are no blankets on the floor.

empty

But I've been climbing.

Sometimes it arrives and stays.

Sometimes turning

Sometimes I grope my way forward in the dark

It was dark everywhere.

So, son, don't look back.

Don't sit on the steps.

Just because you find it difficult to go on.

We can't be devastated.

Because, honey, I will continue.

I'm going to keep climbing.

My life.

It was never a crystal staircase.

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