My Onion

It doesn't need to be watered. It's just waiting for the rain to start. And when there is no rain, it can survive.

It can be found anywhere. For example, in my sister's balcony. I could never imagined her to be into gardening.

My onion needs some talks and silence. When it hears the voices of people I love, it grows faster.

I saw my onion blossom once. I was a kid, and I felt safe and curious about my future life.

When I pay no attention to my feelings and close my eyes to see nothing, my onion can't grow, and I cry.

But my onion doesn't need to be watered. It's simply waiting for the rain to start.


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