Calantha Rocío
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Dear mom, thank you and I love you
A seed was perfectly positioned next to the mature plant. Shortly afterwards the seedling began to sprout and broke through the soil. Just as the seedling began to show promise of what it was to become, the crippling drought came. The seedling started to whither within the arid, cracked soil. The adult plant let the few morning dewdrops it had managed to collect slide down its parched leaves. The dewdrops dripped unto the seedling and quenched its dying thirst. A thunderstorm eventually came and broke the dry spell. The overzealous rain almost drowned the seedling with the water pounding from above. The seedling recoiled unto itself for fear. The mature plant spread its leaves wide over the seedling, an umbrella to protect it from the downpour. When the sun emerged, the mature plant leaned back slightly and let the warm glow touch the seedling. With help from the mature plant, the seedling eventually grew strong enough to become a robust plant itself.
By Calantha Rocío3 years ago in Families
The Morocotas Coins
Valeria woke up shaking in the middle of the night. Even though it was a hot, humid night she felt a cold air wrap itself around her like an ice blanket. She ran past her grandfather’s room straight into her mother’s room and hurled herself into her bed. She curled into the fetal position and pushed against her mother’s abdomen so hard, that her mother complained.
By Calantha Rocío3 years ago in Humans