11 Years Ago, February 14
I sat impatiently watching a murky brown pot. It really was the ugliest pot we had but the only pot not of use. The pot sat on the windowsill soaking in the full white moon's light. My seer curtains blew toward me in the bitter wind. It was worth the wait, dad had said. With a puff of frustration I fell back onto my bedding. My bed bounced up and down and a idea sprung into head. If I helped it, it would bloom faster! Scrambling off my bed I hobbled over to the window. Shivering a bit I smiled and pushed a stool over to step on. Looking into the pot I saw the black soil was soaked with water. It was still at the first stage. My smile faded. Glancing around to my moonlit room I focused on the pot and placed a finger in the soil. Immediately my hand began to glow. I jumped back in shock falling on the floor my white nightgown tangled up with my legs. The pot glowed with the white light and something that looked like a rose popped from the soil. My eyes widen with joy as I watched my Moon Flower glow with the same brightness as the moon. Unable to hold my joy I ran out my bedroom door, running down the stairs, and into dad's study. My joy popped with what I saw. Dad's body slumped in his chair and his head laid on the desk. His brown hair now was green and his skin turned a black color. I didn't scream for I knew what happened. His skin had brushed up against a poisonous plant earlier. He had said he had a day but it hadn't been a day. Then I saw dirt scattered on his desk on a clipping of the leaf from the plant.
"Papa?" I asked uncertainly. There were cases that said the person had lived. Dad was trying to make a cure. Something fell silently down my cheek. "Oh Papa..." Walking over to the desk I looked at the leaf in his hand. My hand slowly rose and I took it out of his hand. My hand glowed with some kind of greenish power and the leaf turned into a bloody red rose bulb. Sniffling I walked out of the study and headed to the backyard. Closing my eyes I wondered through the yard tears falling silently down my face. Picking a random spot I began to plant the bulb in my hand.