Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you’ll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won’t matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.
Crows remember human faces.
They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people
who wrong them too. They don’t forget. They tell each other who to look after
and who to watch out for.