23/01/2024
My mother used to cook beans, but before she could cook the beans, she carefully picked the bad and dirty beans and threw them at our backyard and only cooked the good beans.
But when the rain came, the dirty and bad beans germinated and grew up and looked beautiful; interestingly, that same person who threw them away started harvesting them; and she realizes that the beans she threw away some time ago had value.
Don't cry when people reject you and throw you at the backyard,
The rain is coming and the same people who rejected you will look for you
