Once again brother has become jealous of my few fruits. He has plenty yet his greed says he should be the only one to bear such beautiful fruit. Some of his may be slightly sour, but it's still quite alluring to all the forest. All but the one I've hidden from him have been attacked by his many insects and poison he leaks from his mouth, spilling out in a never-ending trickle of pain and hurt on my part while he laughs at my suffering.
Yesterday I was one in the family and was finally accepted by the sprouts. Today he's been shown them my lack of fruit and they've yet again flocked to his side, once more abandoning me.
He knows they follow his example yet every time mother and father pine scold him he plays the clueless card and they believe him.
It hurts. His twisted, toxic smile burning into my mind.
It says "Pitiful sister you're once again put in your place; below me, and out of MY family."
And he's right. Although my family loves me, they love my brother so much more. Not one family member knows me like they know him, even though I've given them answer after answer, it's as though I've said nothing. I'm not ungrateful. Just isolated and mostly forgotten. Subtlety after all is a very strong part of my plant.
My one fruit is the only thing keeping me sane, as he cannot control how many beautiful flowers and saplings it brings to keep me and them company.
That fruit is me and who I will always be.
Please don't rot, my sacred fruit.
Without you I'm nought but a weed.
