He found her in the kitchen,
a book open like a small secret in her hands.
Sunlight rested on her hair.
He stood behind her, placed his hands upon her shoulders, and asked,
“Who is the strongest in the world?”
She said, “Me.”
He smiled, asked again.
She said, “Me.”
Once more, his voice gentle,
“Who is the strongest in the world?”
This time she whispered, “Not me.”
He bent closer.
“Why not you?”
And she replied,
“It was me
when you stood behind me
and your hands were on my shoulders.”
Silence settled between them,
soft as morning dust.
He turned to leave,
and at the doorway asked,
“Then who is the strongest now?”
She turned a page,
her voice calm and sure,
“You are because you remembered to ask.”
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 8:15 PM UTC
He found her in the kitchen,
a book open like a small secret in her hands.
Sunlight rested on her hair.
He stood behind her, placed his hands upon her shoulders, and asked,
“Who is the strongest in the world?”
She said, “Me.”
He smiled, asked again.
She said, “Me.”
Once more, his voice gentle,
“Who is the strongest in the world?”
This time she whispered, “Not me.”
He bent closer.
“Why not you?”
And she replied,
“It was me
when you stood behind me
and your hands were on my shoulders.”
Silence settled between them,
soft as morning dust.
He turned to leave,
and at the doorway asked,
“Then who is the strongest now?”
She turned a page,
her voice calm and sure,
“You are because you remembered to ask.”
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