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What no one saw was the care behind the work.
She selected every piece of wood herself, choosing only dry, sturdy stakes. She sharpened each one at a precise angle. She placed them slowly and methodically, making sure they were firmly secured. She knew the roof intimately—every weak point, every place that needed reinforcement.
Eventually, someone gathered the courage to ask her directly.
“Why are you doing this? Are you afraid of something?”
She didn’t look defensive. She didn’t look confused. She simply looked up and replied calmly:
“This is my protection.”
“Protection from who?” they asked.
“From what’s coming,” she said.
She offered no further explanation.
Then winter came—and everything became clear.
Snow fell first. Then came the wind. Violent, relentless gusts that bent trees and tore through the village. People lay awake at night listening to roofs groan and fences collapse. By morning, sheets of roofing lay scattered across yards.
When the storm finally passed, neighbors went out to assess the damage.
Many houses had suffered badly. Roofs were partially destroyed. Boards were missing.
But her house stood untouched.
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What no one saw was the care behind the work.
She selected every piece of wood herself, choosing only dry, sturdy stakes. She sharpened each one at a precise angle. She placed them slowly and methodically, making sure they were firmly secured. She knew the roof intimately—every weak point, every place that needed reinforcement.
Eventually, someone gathered the courage to ask her directly.
“Why are you doing this? Are you afraid of something?”
She didn’t look defensive. She didn’t look confused. She simply looked up and replied calmly:
“This is my protection.”
“Protection from who?” they asked.
“From what’s coming,” she said.
She offered no further explanation.
Then winter came—and everything became clear.
Snow fell first. Then came the wind. Violent, relentless gusts that bent trees and tore through the village. People lay awake at night listening to roofs groan and fences collapse. By morning, sheets of roofing lay scattered across yards.
When the storm finally passed, neighbors went out to assess the damage.
Many houses had suffered badly. Roofs were partially destroyed. Boards were missing.
But her house stood untouched.
Continued on next page//
What no one saw was the care behind the work.
She selected every piece of wood herself, choosing only dry, sturdy stakes. She sharpened each one at a precise angle. She placed them slowly and methodically, making sure they were firmly secured. She knew the roof intimately—every weak point, every place that needed reinforcement.
Eventually, someone gathered the courage to ask her directly.
“Why are you doing this? Are you afraid of something?”
She didn’t look defensive. She didn’t look confused. She simply looked up and replied calmly:
“This is my protection.”
“Protection from who?” they asked.
“From what’s coming,” she said.
She offered no further explanation.
Then winter came—and everything became clear.
Snow fell first. Then came the wind. Violent, relentless gusts that bent trees and tore through the village. People lay awake at night listening to roofs groan and fences collapse. By morning, sheets of roofing lay scattered across yards.
When the storm finally passed, neighbors went out to assess the damage.
Many houses had suffered badly. Roofs were partially destroyed. Boards were missing.
But her house stood untouched.
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