My Entry! (A short story)

Instructions

I look outside my window. Everyone walking by. A little girl skips, her hair messy, but not a care in a world. She grabs one of my daisies, and smells it before giving it to her mother. A man smiles as he talks on the phone. Who knows, maybe he's chatting with a girl he met the other day that he likes. Or maybe he's talking about the beautiful weather. He bends down and picks one of the mums in my garden, and continues on. A old woman stops with her husband, and bends down and smells the roses I planted for my mother. She smiles, and her husband looks at her with eyes filled with stars. A teen boy holding his girlfriends hand, takes a marigold, and tucks it into her hair. She flushes, and they continue walking together. A woman with tearful eyes walks by and looks down. She's dressed in all black, and plucks a black hollyhock. She cries, but the flowers and I don't judge, the plants confort us humans with their beautiful scent and sight. Thats when I notice. It's so easy to get caught up in everything. Drama, how many followers you have, life. You really have to just stop, and watch. Stop and enjoy the little things you always have around you. The beautiful life you were blessed with. I ignore the sad pit in my stomach, the half of my heart that left with Jacob, and I walk outside to my garden. I sit in it. I read in it. I water and talk to them as if the flowers and birds are my friends. After a few weeks, I feel healed. Whole again. I start going out again, I begin to find more friends. We start a book club that meets in my garden every week. We laugh together, we cry together, we are the definition of best friends. And then I meet him. Over the years, as my friends get busier with their jobs and kids, we drift apart. We move away, the only things that stay consistent are him and my garden. No matter what, I always keep it healthy. I see my mother in it, and in the people who stop by each day. When I feel lonely, or worried, or even excited, I visit it. And I feel like she's right beside me. The day Henry and I find out we're expecting, I sit in my garden and explain my worries and excitement to my mother. She doesn't answer with words. Just the songs the birds sing, and the way the winds blow. Then she comes. My beautiful daughter. And of course I have the perfect name already picked out. Rose. She now has my heart, forever. Over the years we sit in the garden every day. No matter what. Even as an adult. She comes and we talk about her nerves of college, or her heartbreaks. Anything she wants. Until one day, she's telling me I'm going to be a grandma. We prep and prepare. And when the day comes, the rest of my heart is given to the sweet girl that lays in Rose's arms. And she gives her the best name. Daisy. My favourite flower. Years and years go by like another week. And Daisy is visiting Henry one last time. We all cry. We sit in the garden and play board games. And then it's my turn for the sad goodbyes. I sit in my garden one last time. And then I'm back in the hospital. Rose brings me a rose so I'm with my mother. Daisy brings me a daisy so she's with me forever. And I give them each a hug. And then I close my eyes. Remembering my favourite memories: Me and my mother in our garden. Meeting Henry. Holding Rose for the first time ever. Seeing my beautiful Daisy for the first time. All the time I spent with friends and family in my garden. With the birds, the flowers. I remember the small girl from my start. The talking man. The sweet old couple whom Henry and I became. The cute teen couple. And I am happy. Surrounded amazing memories of brilliant moments, and my flowers. And all the people it brought together. Because nature is funny like that. No matter what, it brings people together. Makes them connect. And I go with a smile