Since she was coming to the temple and on such an important day, she didn't dare go without any offering. And now that an altar was staring at her, the offering she had been preparing for years could now be used.
From her tunic, Phoebe took out a white cloth embroidered with red threads. On the cloth, there was a scripture embroidered there. Her favorite and one that had become her mantra in life. The one which made her live smoothly, without bitterness, regardless of how poor her family was and how bitter life was.
"In everything you do, love yourself and your body first before you spread that to others. When you do, give it your all. There is happiness in seeing another person happy, smiling and knowing that your actions had contributed to making a day for him or her. I was born to serve, and reduce infliction and as long as I live, I will do my best to serve that purpose."
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