The Family That Grew Flowers
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We had only been there for a day. The air was cold.
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A quick story recounting the time a family in the mountains took in a group of my friends and I as part of our 'graduation process.' It was a wonderful trip. I still keep in touch with them.

The background's less boring now! I like to doodle at times so I figured adding a little something to my stories is another good way to wiggle my fingers.

The Family That Grew Flowers

We had only been there for a day.

The air was cold.

The air was cold. The food was strange,

but the people were nice.

They showed us their field,

They showed us their field, or a field, at least.

We knew it wasn't theirs, really,

We knew it wasn't theirs, really, but it was where they grew their flowers.

They lived in the mountains,

They lived in the mountains, there were holes in their clothes.

The children were amazed with how light our skin was,

The children were amazed with how light our skin was, I was amazed by how bright their eyes were.

They showed me the flower beds and told us

They showed me the flower beds and told us: 'this is how we eat.'

I looked at the flowers and they were beautiful,

I looked at the flowers and they were beautiful, I looked at the people that grew them and thought the same.

They asked me if I would like to help them,

They asked me if I would like to help them, I did,

but I had no idea how to do it.

I picked up a plough, and they smiled.

Then they told me 'no.'

I didn't know why,

I didn't know why, then they taught me.

They gave me a stick and asked me to poke holes in the ground.

I did.

I did. It hurt my back.

They laughed when I found a worm and I ran.

The children chased me with it,

The children chased me with it, so I kept running.

The children chased me with it, so I kept running. They kept laughing.

I laughed with them.

When we left, they cried.

We did the same.

We sang to them and they gave us flowers.

They were in pots,

They were in pots, and they asked us to make sure they grow.

Mine's still by the window.

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