You used to hold my hand when I was ill, cradled me in your arms until I was calm. You watched me take my first steps with a thrill and laughed as your hand swallowed my little palm. But soon enough, I began to grow up. You knew your baby was drifting away. I traded ...

When you take care of everyone, who takes care of you? Do you become burdened with the problems of the world while neglecting yourself? Does the well-being of your comrades come before your own? Does it make you feel guilty when you plant your own seeds, tend to your garden, and pick out the weeds? ...