At Christmas My Sister Told Everyone Something Until I Changed Everything

had written: build something beautiful. Plant a garden. Grow things. Be happy. That is all I ever wanted for you.

I walked back through the flower beds in the morning light, trailing my hand along the roses, feeling the petals cool and soft against my palm.

I was building.

I was growing.

The garden was waiting, the way it always waits, patient and alive continue reading …