Take my Pain

Prologue

Harry's POV

"Harry, would you water the plants in the garden for me after breakfast please?" mom asks me while toasting her bagel.

"Sure". I say while pouring some milk into my cup. "Going somewhere tonight?" I ask her.

"Yes. I am visiting the new neighbors across the street. They invited your father and I over for lunch today." she answers. I nod.

Last month, the old couple across the street that lived there for as long as I was alive, moved out to visit their new grandson in London. We were very close neighbors because they babysitted me for a while when I was young. They were like my very own grandparents.

When they were gone, the neighborhood seemed a bit lonely since there was no one I could visit for some tea and a chat anymore.

However that space was filled when a new family arrived just last week.

The couple was much younger for they were around the same age as my parents and they had one daughter who was exactly my age as well.

We invited them over on their second day here and my parents became very fond of the couple, who returned the fondness with kindness and respect for my parents.

I couldn't help but notice the beauty and loveliness of their daughter, who I quickly discovered her name was Rose. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

As our parents talked at the dining hall, we chatted a bit in the living room. Her voice was sweet and her smile was captivating. And for some reason, I felt like this enchanting smile of hers would never be able to get out of my head.

We talked about nothing but everything and when they left, she gave me a small wave and another one of those smiles.

I haven't seen her since then, but I'm planning on meeting up with her tomorrow when we ride the bus together for the first day of school.

My mom gives me a kiss and thanks me for helping her with the garden and she hastily runs out the door with dad's arm wrapped around her shoulder.

I walk to the backyard where our small greenhouse is and I turn on the hose to start watering the plants. This garden is very special for my mother because it holds many special memories.

This is where she had her very small wedding with dad and a couple of close friends and family, since she wasn't really into those big extravagant weddings held at churches. This is where she first felt me kicking in her stomach while watering the plants. This is where she found grandma lying soundlessly upon the grass, water from the running hose pouring over her dead body. After all, this was grandma's garden so she was the one who did all the watering before. Before she had a sudden heart attack and passed away.

After that, I understood mom's obsession with the garden and tried to help her take care of it as much as I could.

As I water my way through the thick bushes of daisies, lilies, and tulips, I finally stop at the rose bushes. Three different colored sections of pink, white, and orange roses that I take extra care to water plentifully. Because this is my favorite plant in the whole garden.

While watering these specific flowers, I begin to think of a certain someone who shares the same name. Rose.

I can't help but feel so attached to her, so connected with her. And as I think of this next thought I can't help but smile to myself. I hope that she feels the same way about me.