And I Will Take Care of Her

 

21 Nov—23 Nov 

I told my sister that nature is my blanket; in storms, in rain, it warms me with its vernal breeze; makes me feel as if I wear a complete verdant inside, and blossoms even if I were blue. 

I told her I desired to have my own garden (I clarified everything for her: "I want it real so I can touch its leaves, smell its fragrance, and behold its vibrant view.")

She agreed, then said: "So what kinds of flowers do you like the most? And by the way, I have the same desire as you".

And she continued, I want to plant tomatoes, lettuces, carrots and everything that we will need in cooking, so we don't need to go and buy it. 

"Wow" I said. My mind was in a whirl of enthusiasm, and my eyes glowed with two sparking stars. I began babbling again. I repeated to her what I've said above and added 

"I wish if I were a tree. If I were a tree, I think I would be a *white mulberry tree or a pink sakura tree." 

She kindly stopped me and said, "You haven't answered my question yet! What kinds of flowers do you like the most?" 

"Everything," I answered. Nature's part of me, and I am part of it. Yet, I would be very glad if I had a golden sunflower. So, with each passing day, when the sun climbs the stairs of the sky, I will behold its petals bloom. And when the night creeps in, I will see it closed. 

"A sunflower! Great! I will paint the backyard with yellow for you." She replied. 

"It's okay if I get one," I answered. 

Next morning: 

She went to the nursery without telling me, and bought three various colors of *bougainvillea: red, orange, and yellow. For me, she bought a lonely bristle flower; that I drown with its yellowish bright petals. In the afternoon, she planted it secretly.

When I woke up I went down, for I knew there's something magnificent happened behind. 

My eyes gazed at my sister's face which was brighter than the yellow petals, with a big grin drawn. 

I thought she where the sun; for the whole flower leant towards her. 

"What do you think?" She said.

"Breathtaking!" I replied.

"It's for you," She said.

"So, then I will take care of her," I Replied. 

Now, I have my sunflower it represents me;

We're both burning to shine.

We're both sun's slave.

We're both soaking in our loneliness.

*PS

When I was little my big sister called me by the nickname "silkworm".

White mulberries are considered the only source of food for silkworms. 

*PS 

I have not given it a name yet. But I think I will call it by my real name "Raghad".

Bougainvillea: we call it in Arabic "الجهنمية".