Her features were changed for the pleasure and surveillance of man so that they would accept and desire her more.

With her renovation, pieces of her soul were cut off and fake ones were built on.The wounds created, remained unhealed as her walls began to crack open and bleed.

The earth within and beneath her couldn’t take the change and pressure of destruction and construction, and started changing her very signature mark: her heart.

Her heart was a place where little children swam to cool down the heat of a hot Summer’s day.

Here the young teenager girl could write songs and relax next to it during all seasons of the year.

It first started with the visit of professionals asking, “Where can I make a difference on you? “

Yes, she had no option but to look better for the man who she was committed to, “Just hurt me,shape me,cut me,change me. Mould me into a desirable model!”

They broke down some of her walls,chopped down the trees which which overflowed with fruit and fury flowers in the Spring and Summer, trampled on the secret places that were memories in her heart which were built by the little children, and blocked streams which used to moisture her very soil.

Her heart started to crack and she started to bleed into the core of the earth. The memories she held were no longer admired and pleasured by man, but the one little child - now older but still pure at heart- remembered her : “Don’t worry. I still remember you. To me you will always have the beauty which you were originally made of!”

She started weeping. She realised what man had done to her. Seeing the struggle which she went through and never complained; never fought nor did she run away.

Man might have changed her externally, but they couldn’t change her within, “ If only we could burn her down! burn away her imperfections and build her up from scratch again”

They complained about her lack of conformity, but she never let them change her beliefs, love for people or the way she saw the world.

Standing at ground level, the little children in her memories could only see bushes and shrubs outside, but running up the stairs and into her mind and looking through the windows in her head, they saw the world in a different way. They saw it as beautiful and the view from up there left them in awe.

The young girl felt guilty for the wrong that man had done to her after seeing the love she had for the world. She wept. Yes, she dreamt of her. She felt happy being in her and always remembered what the house had done for her. She secured the little girl during storms and from angry and lustful wolves. She acted as a sense of comfort and rest for the young lady and allowed the best memories to take place within her belly where her and her family came together to huddle up, eat, rest and find comfort.

Man forgot what she had done for them, the love she had for them, the memories she stored for them and her willingness to forgive and have mercy on them.