Where Sunflowers BloomsLike Yellow Carpet
It's that story, all over again...
Mother loves to re-tell this again and again, and to watch the far-longing nostalgia in her eyes always make the story feel so vivid. Pink carnations sprouting from the middle of her chest, beside her heart of dahlia surrounded with oak leaves, aches to reminisce the story over and over again.
Father would just smile but say nothing. The same bouquet of dahlia-oak leaves rests calmly within his core. Letting his wife indulge the joy of re-telling the joyous story, if he finds it interesting, it'd be lucky to be blessed with his cheeky remarks. Saying how much the event was an exact representative of how the future was going to be. Small cloves swaying delightfully from his wrist, from the undying love he has for these people he have always sat with in the dining room.
But nothing beats the snort and the snarky expression marred in the face of the eldest. Her left side where her heart resides-full of light pink roses covered in sharp thorns in their stem-blooms proudly and beautiful, exactly like how she is. Passionate and energetic at the peak of her youth.
"Even the way you were born already bothered my nap time. You made the whole house go crazy, and suddenly I was left alone at home by Mum and Dad. They had to call or Uncle to stay with me at home. That's how annoying you are. But Thank God you're older now, and more useful. At the very least, I never have the thought of returning you back to Mum's tummy. I realized it was too late to ask for the return-receipt"She acts as if it was the most annoying thing that could ever happened to her, but it's hard to miss the mirth and excitement sparkling in her eyes. Other might mistake her word for loath or envy, but sister see through all of those layers. And boy, how glad I am to have this massive tsundere as my big sister.
"You were born at 2 p.m, and you were way too early, almost a month too early. We were worried. They said you wouldn't make it, said you'll be severely defected, or both of us wouldn't make it. But it's hard for me to give away a life that has grown inside of me. You'll understand it later, when you're having your first child. A single heartbeat, a single move, and you're ready to give the world to them. And I'm glad with our decision, judging by how big you've grown now"
Mother would always say this with pride and so full of love I thought she can suffocate me with it.
"By big she meant fat"
and there comes the loving remark any big sister would give.
And I wouldn't trade these with anything in the world.
21 years ago, a field of sunflower burst bloom in it's finest form.
Nurtured with love and so much adoration coming to their way, they bloom vastly and stand proudly facing thesun. As if always ready to live another day, back-straight, strong willed, and driven by the ambition to just... live the fullest.
A field of sunflower cover the earth like a magic carpet, unyielding to the rain and tempting anyone who passes by to just play and stay in the middle.
A field of sunflower, unknowing of the seasons and weathers, living so naively, thinking that the days are always sunny.
A field of sunflower, thinking that the world only consist of strong oak trees, elegant dahlias, and beautiful light-pink roses, unaware of everything else that might be.
And so her story begins, as well as the garden she grows.
