Menma liked potatoes.
Everyone knew that. There was no denying it.
She liked all things potato. Chips, French fries, mashed, hashed browns. Anything.
She also liked their shape. How each one had its own features. They're all different. It was fun to compare them.
She begged her mom for days to grow a potato plant in their backyard.
She loved that thing with all her heart. She cared for it like it was her own child. More than once her brother would find Menma laying on the ground, belly or back down, talking to it and admiring it.
She said she was going to name the potato after Satoshi because he liked to look at the plant with her.
After Menma died, their dad tried to dispose of the plant and Satoshi threw a fit. He promised to care for it, Menma taught him how, until it died.
Two months later the potato sprouted, the young boy stared in awe before quickly naming it.
Not Satoshi, he didn't think his name was worthy of the potato.
He named it Menma. Because she put her all into that little plant.
A/N: Sorry I didn't upload the last two chapters like last week. I don't want to be a loser and blame school but that is seriously why I didn't upload. I have 2 hours of history homework every single night - Then I try to balance hanging out with friends and playing various video games on the weekend.
This is probably my favorite chapter.
Last chapter will be uploaded soon.