The day I was born was supposed to be the best day of my mother’s life; at least that is what I have heard women say in the movies, but that day came with so much pain that some people might say that it wasn’t meant to be.
My mother wasn’t anything special, in everyone's opinion, she wasn’t even supposed to be having children because of the life she lived, but one thing led to another and she was pregnant; deciding to keep a child against all odds.
She spent most of her pregnancy in the same routine as before; dancing in bars with dim lights, loud music, and filled with all kinds of smoke; I am often told about how lucky I am to be normal because of these.
Her pregnancy was one that was envied by most women because of how peaceful it was, she had bright glowy skin and she functioned even better than most 18 year olds.
She gave birth on a bright summer morning, the air was crisp, the sky sparkled blue and the trees were yellow, luminous, and free just like my mother was, and it all felt like a well-written story with a happy ending until complications kick in, and only one of us survived.
With no one there to take me home, calls went out, and my father was found, he was a married Congressman with five children who had a drunken night that he wanted to forget but alas, some nights could never be forgotten.
My father and his wife not being ready to take care of a newborn decided that it was best for me to be raised by his mother “Morsa” as I called her, and maybe it was a blessing or a curse depending on how you look at it.
Morsa raised me in her seaside manor which always smelled like sweets and citrus, the skies were always perfect with a tint of red, and the gardens had flowers from every part of the world which was perfection.
I always felt at peace in the garden, maybe that is why I was named after a flower, Morsa's favorite one; “ a cherry blossom” which Morsa said fit me perfectly because I was a flower waiting to blossom but, I never understood what she meant by that.
I lived life happily hidden away from the world in the manor for 18 years until news went out about me, and my father having to save face forced me to move in with his family.
Moving into his house felt way different than Morsa's, his house felt stiff, and the air felt dry, there were no colors except neutrals, no pictures on the wall, and no gardens which was a shame because he had a yard just begging for flowers.
During my first month, I felt like I was a caged bird kept aside for an experiment, I never left my room, and it was bad because my room looked like a cell with dirt brown walls and a smell of antiseptics, probably from the scrubbing of the white tinted tiles.
It continued that way until the sixth month and by that time, I was fed up, ready to fight for change and I knew right where to start.
I used all the money Morsa gave to me to order flowers and pay for a paint job for the whole house which was weirdly convenient since everyone was out of the house busy with something or the other.
After I was done, I waited patiently for the backlash that was expected to come, but what I heard surprised me.
“Jeez, this looks beautiful”
“Wait, who could have done this”
I quickly stepped out to see my father’s wife and her children admiring all I had done to their home which was crazy because I didn’t think they would like it.
You see, I decided to go bold with colors, using only colors like yellow, violet, and red, changing the whole look of the house from what it used to be.
After accepting that I was responsible for the makeover, we sat down and had a conversation which was the best thing because it was needed for us to grow and bond.
My father came back home almost causing a ruckus, but everyone stood up and told him that the family needed to have a change and to begin a new life because they were tired of living the old way, and just like that things changed.
Colors were introduced, there was laughter in the halls, and for the first time in a long while, the family was exploring different horizons and reaching our full potential, which was crazy because it all began with a paint job.
My stepmother would always say to me that “just like a flower that blossoms with so much beauty, I brought new life to their lives” and I guess that meant I finally lived up to my name and "blossomed".
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Wow! You have quite a story. It’s nice to get to know you a little better. Actually we can always bring some color into a dark and gloomy place. I’m sure the people around you appreciate you
It is fiction though 😆 I wish my life was this interesting.
Maybe I should do a post about my life just to give you insight on me.
Hahahahaha oh no!!!! Wel it was well written enough for me to think it was you
Thank you so much 😊
You know, sometimes fiction can carry a little tint of who wr are. And by what I read, you light up the room. I felt and almost lived the story. I was sucked in by your writing style and the whole place seemed to come to life. You write beautifully well @khaleesii
Wow, your words are far too kind for me, thank you so much babes, it means so much to me.
❤️
Quite a emotional story. You own majority of your life and what you become definitely to Morsa.
Thank you for reading.
What more do you expect from someone named blossom? She only demonstrated her name.
Exactly, she truly did.
There's no other word to describe this but WOW.. very touching story.
Although there were dark beginnings as she wasn't able to get to know her mother, but it didn't put a stop to her wanting to live a beautiful life.
Really emotional story
Thank you so much for reading 😊
Oh,Wow, that’s one of the most beautiful tales I’ve ever read, quite heartwarmingly lovely. Gracious, color is so important and it can, honestly, make all the difference. Your story begins with heartbreak and ends with wonder, the perfect combination. This story sets you apart, well, well done. Brilliant!❤️😊🤔🤔😊❤️❤️😊🤔🤔😊❤️❤️
Thank you so much, I am a big fan of happy endings so I wanted one in this story.
You pack such a punch in a short story. The circumstances have been described so well that you feel involved with the character.
Thank you, I am glad you thought so.
Hello @khaleesii. Beautiful story with a happy ending, you went from darkness to light, I liked how you described all the environments in your story. Good message, Cherry's strength bodes well for her life.
A hug
Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate it.
What a lovely story. I admired how the narrator moves into her father's house and turn his world positively around. Instead of the dull colours, she beautified it with bright colours! Beautifully written. Well done! !PIZZA 🙂
Thank you so much for reading @kemmyb and for the compliments, I appreciate it.
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This is truly great story and great description here too
Thank you.
For a while there, I was scared for her after she painted the house. I’m glad she had a happy ending.
That's wonderful how the young girl brought color into her new family's lives. And the step-mother was accepting of the fact that she was the product of her husband's affair.
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Thank you so much, I'll go back to that article again, I know having dialogue is a problem in my writing, I don't know how to balance it.
Thank you for the feedback, it was definitely needed.
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Thank you so much.
Why am I just seeing this now??.
It's funny how the most undesirable abominations can turn out to be what we need in our lives..
I'm sure her father had thought to himself, oh not another misfortune and decided to pass down all of it to his mother.
Unlike him, instead of whynin and complaining, she nurtured the flower as beautifully as she could until it blossomed and like every beautiful blossoming flower does, she added beauty and color to their lives..
Great story @khaleesii , keep it up ❤️❤️
Exactly, most people might not see your potential but that doesn't mean you do not have potential.
Thank you so much for reading.
You just summarized it really well.. thank you too for sharing ❤️