Glass or not

I was bare feet on a chair, my eyes caught something flashing on the floor I lifted my feet in response to seeing it. See, I have stepped on smashed glass a few times, so my feet went on protection mode. On a closer look, it was a piece of plastic. Sure it won’t cut me, but I still carefully approached it for further inspection before I picked up and threw it in the recycle bin.

Glass, plastic, or human my loyalty lays in listening within and making our surroundings safe for us.

Published by Muni_Mar

Heloooow and mahadsanid(thank you) for visiting my blog. I'm Munimar(combo of my two names) I'm a mother of two darling boys, a Creative soul, lover of Coffee & Kindness. I am a survivor and it's my mission to inspire and encourage my fellow survivors. Say hi😊

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