Wednesday: One Day At A Time

I am the last pages of the book of “The Giving Tree”:

“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy, “just a quiet place to sit and rest.  I am very tired.”

“Well,” said the tree straightening herself up as much as she could, “well, an old stump is for sitting and resting.  Come boy, sit down.  Sit down and rest.”

And the boy did.