A decade later, she turns the pages of her history book and she sees is errors in judgements.
His error was also one such sin, she could have over looked it but for her vice , her anger that took over and reigned supreme. All judgment blurred , she walked away ... shunning her World , relegating all happiness in the back burner , she burnt her house down.
An error ... she sees them all committing the same sin and only regret having taken a stance to make a point in a society that doesn't care.
She lost all, for nothing. Her flock lost it all for no fault of theirs.
So each morning she promises herself , not to let another family die . No other flock of sheep loses their shepherd.
She works at bringing the flock home so there is a warm hearth waiting for the goatherd to come to in cold wintery evenings. There is cheese for all and bread is warm and fresh from the oven baked with love.
She sighs and turns away , wiping the tear at the end of her eye ... walking into the sunset , with a crooked stick ... her trademark stamp.
