I was still feeling the nut in my pocket while my parents talked excitedly about the memories they had with this artifact. I was having a great time, because I loved listening to their memories about the trees and the fruits they promoted. I really wanted to know what I could do with the nut, it looked so hard and difficult to open, but it had an interesting appearance and it aroused my curiosity.
My father said that it was possible to open the nut with a certain effort and that the content tasted good, but that the nut was too small and that I should keep it as a reminder of that day and show it to my children in the future, as proof of what I had observed today.
I thought this was a good idea and went to my room to find a good place for the nut.
The windows are broken, the shards of glass stick in the throats of the children who try not to breathe as they listen to the loud bangs and screams. -credit is Red.Field on allpoetry
however you decide to live to your life, make sure it is in a good way and not harmful/hurtful towards others. everyone is different and has a different approach to how they live, so he is basically saying to always be on the good side of humanity, rather than inflicting harm on others.
