Buzz, Buzz, Buzz. It was a nice and sunny day, with tiredness filling everyone up, nothing special, but again, busy as a beaver.
“What we need are worker bees, the greatest bees you could ever see…” My colleagues sang their way through the queue as we waited for our turn to collect nectar. I was quite an introvert compared to my friends, so I remained silent while others bouncing off the walls, preparing for their first time leaving the hive.
“Mrs. Hannah, you promised to tell the story…”
“Oh dear, sure it is.” Not far away, Mrs Hannah sat down with a little girl, petting her gently, showering her with love. She was my teacher, who once gave me a taste of the most dreadful thing on Earth - the honey bee dance (spinning around for the whole 10min!). Yet to me, she was more than a teacher, she was my mother.
Mrs Hannah caught a glimpse of me and waved. So, I flew to her, gave her a kiss on the cheek, sat down as the story began…
It was set 70 years ago, obviously, I was still a clay in Heaven. A miracle happened, with the queen bee given birth to the first ever female worker bee named Deepika. She had a strong passion to explore, she was an innovator, an adventurer. Soon, she got tired from her job. (Well, I mean, this I would have to admit was quite boring. Sweeping up wax from our abdomens and chew these flakes until the wax become soft, it was, boring and gross, but true.)
That was when she decided to sneak out from the hive late at night at her 3 weeks’ birthday and began her journey around the ‘world’. She travelled, with her tiny wings, went across a lake 10 meters away from the hive, then to a giant farmland with size of a football pitch, and finally arriving at the farm owner’s house, a bee farm factory.
There, she saw, for the first time, reality. She saw from her own eyes, how the beekeeper cracked the seal of the hive using a knife, smoked out the hive to make the bees drowsy and scraped off all the beeswax caps.
Deepika was desperate and went home with sorrow. She didn’t understand why those years and years of effort, all turned into ashes within seconds. She didn’t understand this complicated world, where only those powerful would always be front and centre.
“She didn’t tell anyone about her leave and went back realising she had a baby all the way in her travel. We may be small and vulnerable, yet we are one of the most crucial parts in this ecosystem. We cannot always change what’s happening, but we can fight and do our best, leaving no regrets.” Mrs Hannah ended the story.
I joined back the queue, still stunned by the biggest secret on Earth that I had just heard.
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