It wasn't supposed to be like this. With my back pinned against the wall and my hands above my head, tears spilling from my eyes as he took me over the edge once again.
" You're a mystery, Sarah." I sob out, my breasts bouncing from each of his thr...
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It's flower day.
The day I look forward to every month, the day where Papa rewards me for being his good girl.
It's my favourite day ever because the golden doors are let opened, and Papa's guards step aside so that Mama and I can leave.
The first day of every month is flower day, and it's a day I spend my entire month looking forward to. I don't really know why Mama insists we always go to the garden, when we could be doing anything else for a whole hour.
I don't really mind though as watching Mama smile alongside the beautiful flowers always makes me happy.
Papa has gifted Mama a beautiful garden that spans acres of land. Flowers that are red, pink, yellow, white, and all the other colours of the rainbow. Flowers that smell sweet, citrusy, and even minty.
Despite the variety of flowers Mama has, she always takes me to the kind that she claims are her favourite, Jasmine flowers.
I watch as the guards follow Mama and I from a distance, with their big scary height and weird objects they carry. I hold Mama's hand tightly as she brings me to the middle of the field of Jasmine flowers.
The sweet scent engulfs me and I inhale deeply to savour the beautiful scent I get to smell once a month. Mama sits me down on her lap and pulls a flower out before parting my hair and placing it there.
I smile as she kisses me on my forehead, hugging me from behind as she talks about the flowers.
" Look at this one, malaika." Mama says as she grabs another flower and shows it to me.
I stare at it in confusion, wondering what is so special about this flower. It looks the same with the hundreds that surround us.
" What is different about this one?" I ask.
" I'll give you a hint, count."
" One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. There are seven petals." I look up at Mama as I tell her.
As soon as my eyes meet hers I realise what is so special, " Seven petals, just like the song, Mama!"
" I knew my angel was smart." Mama smiles at me, kissing me on the forehead again as she hugs me tighter.
I melt into Mama's hug and softly ask her " Can you sing it, please?"
" Let's sing it together."
And then we're both singing in the field of flowers, another moment that makes me smile so wide my cheeks hurt.
" When the night wind kisses the northern vines, count Mama's love in petals divine."
