My family is like a flower. We all have our part on the flower.
My mom represents the roots. She gives support and love which makes the rest of us bloom. Without her, the flower would wilt and die.
My dad is the weed. He grows on his own and kills the flower a little bit by sucking up the water.
My stepdad is the sun. He gives light and allows it to bloom. He cares and does what he can to ensure the flower's growth.
My oldest sister is a bud that has already bloomed. She has blossomed and she is already visible to the world.
My other, older sister is a bud that is already blooming on her own. She's blossoming little by little but in time, she too will blossom.
I...I am a bud. A simple bud. I still need support from the roots and sun. I am also the weakest against the weeds. But in the future, I will be the last to blossom on this flower.
My family is like a flower.
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A/N: This came into my head last night when I went to bed. So tell me what you think! Whether it be bad or good doesn't matter.
