Updated: Oct 25, 2022
By my late mother, Angelina:
"We are like chickens. When one is up to the top of the trees, it's throwing crap to those below –just [relieving themselves]. But when that chicken comes down looking for another chicken, all they find a pile of their own poop. Because the chicken whom once was there, has moved on to a taller tree; with their own nest and golden eggs."
(loosely translated from Spanish)