They denied me,
They said they are scared,
They said they are just not sure,
The mentioned that they do not know me.

She accepted me…
She was brave,
She had no doubt, or she did and did not tell me,
but she also did not know me.

Her warm hands accepted me.
Her warm room warmth me all the time.
Her nice heart made me feel loved.
She became a sister to me.

If I get a chance to write my story,
I would make her be part of a chapter on its own.
I would jot down all the memories we shared,
I would finish with ‘’I will never forget you”