Growing Love Or Hatred
Love and hatred do possess the ability to grow. One grows roses, and the other grows weeds.
Marva glanced at the woman sitting beside her and smiled.
The lady looked at her with far-away eyes, extended her right hand, and said, “Hi, I am Paula, this is my fifth month here.”
“Welcome, I am Marva and I have been coming here for eight months,” she introduced herself.