Hosta

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It is 5th of May. I am trying really hard not to forget but my memories are fading. I can't even remember your eyes any more. I met your friend, Albert, yesterday. He asked me how I was doing but all I wanted to do was run. I think he didn't notice… I only saw him twice, why does he talk to me? I did want to ask if he remembered, but I didn't.

He was your friend. He was the only one who knew. He should have insisted. They should have planted Hostas on your grave. They should have known how important it was for you…

Back then, in the garden, I asked you, "why do you like this ridiculous flowers? They are sticking out of the ground like meercats."

You laughed and asked, "What is the problem with meercats?"

"They are powerless. They are an easy target for predators. I'd rather be a predator, like a lion," I answered.

You just kept smiling, "I disagree. I think meercats are far from powerless. Their strength is in their family."

I did not want to lose, so I kept arguing, "I still think there's no pride in Hostas. They seem too shy and insignificant."

You stopped smiling. You put your hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eye and said, "They are beyond pride, Sam. That's why I like them so much".

- "The Blue Child", Battles Of The Soul book series by © Liudmila Maksimovskaya NIKOXXII