She never believed the legends were true. All she really knew for sure was the forest was her sanctuary. Her life of abuse and hardship would disappear here in the woods. She so loved the trees and the animals that lived there—every day she would spend hours just sitting near the trees feeling sheltered and accepted.
One afternoon she had fallen asleep at her favorite spot in a mossy clearing. She yawned and stretched and slowly realized her feet were literally planted on the ground. As she stretched her arms they felt strong and she noticed they had been transformed into branches. “It’s okay, at least here and now I feel at peace.”