The Umbrella Everyone Forgot
There's always one umbrella.
The one left behind in the office corner.
By the door. In someone's car.
Forgotten — until it rains again.
It's never the newest one.
Usually a little bent, a bit faded.
But when the sky breaks open, everyone remembers:
"Where's that umbrella?"
Funny, how people can be like that, too.
The quiet ones.
The consistent ones.
The ones who don't speak much but are always there when life gets stormy.
They're not loud.
They're not shiny.
But they hold — they protect — they show up.
Then, when things clear up,
They get left behind again.
Folded up.
Set aside.
Forgotten.
But here's the thing:
They never stopped being useful.
They never stopped caring.
They just learned how to weather life,
without needing to be noticed.
So if you feel like the umbrella today —
Always present but rarely appreciated —
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