For the past 82 days, a hibiscus bloomed in his mother’s garden. He knew it’d been 82 days because that’s how many days since she transitioned.
Eighty-two days ago, Travis visited his mother and unfortunately, found her slumped over in the front yard.
Her garden.
The place she found so much joy.
The place she took her last breath.
It pained Travis to find her like that. But he knew what it meant to her. So, every day since, he drives by just to know she’s happy.
And every day a flower blooms to let him know she is.
Note: I am doing a personal challenge to grow consistent in my writing by committing to writing 100 stories in 100 days only using 100 words (or less).
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