I remember how I was tempted,
when staying at my friend’s place I saw a cross so pretty and antique.
I wanted to steal it,
like everybody else I love pretty little things that shine and gleam.
But I didn’t,
I was a guest and they had welcomed me to their house with open arms.
And then guess what happened?
Somebody came to our house, invited as a friend,
and decided to steal something expensive that belonged to my mum.
Mum got it back,
the person came back.
But it’s funny how all of us,
are hanging from the same branch.