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A tiny boy bounded out of his apartment and onto the terrace, scissors in hand. He knelt in front of the bountiful harvest of beautiful flowers. This was his mother's garden. He had seen her many a time, humming and watering the plants, while the warm sunlight made her hair glow. He noticed that she liked cutting the flowers, and making bouquets. There were beautiful arrangements all over their apartment, making even the dullest room cheery and bright. 5-year-old Koushirou Izumi wanted to make his mother one of this "bouquets," but he had no idea how hard it would be.
His face was flushed with excitement that warm morning, he couldn't wait to see his mother's reaction to her present. His dark eyes scanned the cheery blooms, searching for that special flower, perfect in color, and sweet in aroma. At last he spotted one. It was an orange daisy-like blossom, thick with many long petals and a bright yellow pistil shooting out the middle. It was perfect.
Izzy brought the scissors up, and then hesitated. It was a flower. A pretty, harmless, flower. Could he cut it? Rob it of it's life? It's a living thing too you know. But, he really wanted to surprise his mom. Finally, he brought the scissors to the flower stem, and snipped. He gasped. It fell to the concrete, it's end frayed and bruised.
Izzy gasped. "I'm sorry..." he whispered to the fallen flower. He gently took it up in his hands, as tears burnt his eyes. He had killed it. Something wet smeared on his hot hand. It came from the end of the flower, which was moist with the waterlogged fibers. Izzy squeaked. Flower blood. He wiped his wet eyes with his sleeve, and cradled the flower against his T-shirt. "I'm sorry..." he whispered. Over and over he said it, a burning regret gnawing at his mind.
A few minutes later, his Mom walked out, and spotted her child softly weeping on the balcony. She raced to his side. "Izzy! Izzy, are you ok??" Izzy looked up at her with sorrowful eyes, and shamefully held the flower up to her. "I'm sorry mommy. I killed your flower." He grabbed his mom and sobbed into her shoulder, grasping her back with his tiny fingers.
Mrs. Izumi smiled warmly, and cradled her child. "Shhhhh... Izzy. You didn't kill it, it still lives." She pointed to the green plant that the flower had bloomed from. Izzy stubbornly shook his head, daring to steal a glance at the severed flower. "I killed it."
Mrs. Izumi knew that Izzy would keep insisting that he killed the flower, so she tried another approach. "Look Izzy-chan. It is actually *good* that you cut it. Now, you have given it the chance to bloom more fully, and with even more flowers. Remember Izzy, with death comes life."
**** Exactly one year later****
Koushirou smiled. Where last year he had cut the bloom of his Mom's flower, three new blossoms waved cheerfully in the soft breeze.
;; Remember, with death comes life...;; He remembered his mother's words, but still didn't fully understand it. Someday he would learn though. Someday we will *all* learn...
A tiny boy bounded out of his apartment and onto the terrace, scissors in hand. He knelt in front of the bountiful harvest of beautiful flowers. This was his mother's garden. He had seen her many a time, humming and watering the plants, while the warm sunlight made her hair glow. He noticed that she liked cutting the flowers, and making bouquets. There were beautiful arrangements all over their apartment, making even the dullest room cheery and bright. 5-year-old Koushirou Izumi wanted to make his mother one of this "bouquets," but he had no idea how hard it would be.
His face was flushed with excitement that warm morning, he couldn't wait to see his mother's reaction to her present. His dark eyes scanned the cheery blooms, searching for that special flower, perfect in color, and sweet in aroma. At last he spotted one. It was an orange daisy-like blossom, thick with many long petals and a bright yellow pistil shooting out the middle. It was perfect.
Izzy brought the scissors up, and then hesitated. It was a flower. A pretty, harmless, flower. Could he cut it? Rob it of it's life? It's a living thing too you know. But, he really wanted to surprise his mom. Finally, he brought the scissors to the flower stem, and snipped. He gasped. It fell to the concrete, it's end frayed and bruised.
Izzy gasped. "I'm sorry..." he whispered to the fallen flower. He gently took it up in his hands, as tears burnt his eyes. He had killed it. Something wet smeared on his hot hand. It came from the end of the flower, which was moist with the waterlogged fibers. Izzy squeaked. Flower blood. He wiped his wet eyes with his sleeve, and cradled the flower against his T-shirt. "I'm sorry..." he whispered. Over and over he said it, a burning regret gnawing at his mind.
A few minutes later, his Mom walked out, and spotted her child softly weeping on the balcony. She raced to his side. "Izzy! Izzy, are you ok??" Izzy looked up at her with sorrowful eyes, and shamefully held the flower up to her. "I'm sorry mommy. I killed your flower." He grabbed his mom and sobbed into her shoulder, grasping her back with his tiny fingers.
Mrs. Izumi smiled warmly, and cradled her child. "Shhhhh... Izzy. You didn't kill it, it still lives." She pointed to the green plant that the flower had bloomed from. Izzy stubbornly shook his head, daring to steal a glance at the severed flower. "I killed it."
Mrs. Izumi knew that Izzy would keep insisting that he killed the flower, so she tried another approach. "Look Izzy-chan. It is actually *good* that you cut it. Now, you have given it the chance to bloom more fully, and with even more flowers. Remember Izzy, with death comes life."
**** Exactly one year later****
Koushirou smiled. Where last year he had cut the bloom of his Mom's flower, three new blossoms waved cheerfully in the soft breeze.
;; Remember, with death comes life...;; He remembered his mother's words, but still didn't fully understand it. Someday he would learn though. Someday we will *all* learn...