Every boy and every girl has/have seen the event.

(i'm bad at sudden poems so don't yell at me i'm trying to represent sadness or something like that but its real hard)

at the age of 4, she thought everything was better.

she was innocent, she was joyful, despite the predictions about the bad weather.

at the age of 10, she started to figure things out.

in life, in its meaning, she started to doubt.

at the age of 14, she was filled with depression, anxiety and fear,

that nobody cared about her, and death was drawing near.

at the age of 17, her sleeves got longer, her will got shorter, until she couldn't take it anymore.

she left this earth with a rope, chair and to the heavens she would soar.

the bundle of the sticks, talks about union and how sometimes people need a different point of view. when the father in this story asked his sons to break the bunch of sticks, they could not, but when they grabbed one stick each, it was easier for them to break, because they worked together.

in hofus the stonecutter shows a simple happy working man, but one day when he delivers a load of stone into the house of a rich man, he wishes to be a rich man as well and so the mountain spirit grants him that wish and many others, until he realizes that even getting all his desires and wishes come true, he just needed to be humble and have genuine reason to live and be a better man each day.