It was she who believed she was the weed in a garden of magnificent flowers.
But in my eyes, she was just a misunderstood dandelion.
All she could do was ponder on the fact that her presence alone was disrupting the lives of those around her.
But she had long forgotten that she was the first flower I'd admired as a child.
She'd forgotten how many wishes I had made upon her.
And one day the roses and tulips would overcome her.
And she would wilt.
