Life of a Picked Flower

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
What happens to a Flower when they are taken away from their home?

Submitted: November 05, 2019

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Life of a Picked Flower

I used to live with my mother and all my siblings. Mother had to work nonstop to provide for all her children and did not have time to watch over us all. I do not blame her for my actions; she had so much to do. I was told by mama though, to not bloom at night or else I could be taken. It is easier to take a young flower when no one is around, and no one can see who had taken me. I did not think it would be that easy for a young flower to be taken. You can fight, you can bite, you can scream, you can do so much! It should not be that easy for me to be taken away from home.

One night, while mom was sleeping from a long day of work and all my siblings, we're snuggled in her embrace, but I heard noises outside of her embrace. Holding onto my stuffed leaves as I peek outside of my mother's arms. When I saw no one outside, I decided to go deeper outside my mother’s hold, still seeing nothing. Maybe it was an animal, I thought. As I turned back to my mother, I felt my stem being pulled and a loud snap. I was picked. I was quickly thrown in a basket and was told I would be an easy sell. The basket was filled tightly with other flowers, of all variety. I kept quiet, for some fear that I may look like some of the flowers that had their petals ripped from them. Silently we cried, and quietly we cradled each other. I froze...

When the basket stopped moving, we were told to leave the basket one by one as we were carried in. You can’t struggle or fight as much when you are small and fragile. I was only a flower, a flower that is still growing, picked before I even had a chance to grow. I wondered if mom knew I was missing, my sisters, and brothers, are they worried about me? Will they find me? Will I come back home?

As we entered the building, we were separated into groups. Told we looked better matched with this flower and another. We were finally in our groups; then we are put into our crapped vase. Given little water and little nutrients, fighting for every bit, we could get. Later taught on how we could please our new owner with each other, our display with each other. If we did not, we were taken from the vase and never seen again. I tried my best every day to be what they desired, in hoping I could go back home. I just wanted to go back to my mother’s full embrace and smell my sibling's fragrance. I miss them so much... 

As we are taken from the back of the building to now the front of the building, we were displayed for many individuals to see and given a price for us. I did not want to look at my worth; it would pain me to see how much all were worth. At the end of the day, we were bought and given to another person. Couldn’t tell you how long I have been missing, couldn’t tell you who took me, couldn’t tell you where the others are, and I couldn’t tell you where they left me. Hope someone finds me, hope it isn’t my family; I wouldn’t want them to remember me as this skeleton remains, they had left behind.


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