TheOddSunflower

By Indira Widjaja

I’m the Odd Sunflower. One singular sunflower in a park. Every morning, the sun wakes me up.

I gaze upon the adults strolling and children playing. People stare at me like a hawk and ask, “What’s that doing here?”

I’m the Gorgeous Sunflower. That’s what they call me. In a vast field, I stand like a perfect statue. People take pictures of me, as if I’m a model. “Such a stunning flower!” they exclaim. But eventually, they all leave.

I’m a Friendless Sunflower.

I’ve no one to talk to.

Every morning, I see children and adults with their friends.

Every night, I long for it, dream of it, wish for it. There is no one else like me.

If only I had friends that weren’t lifeless rocks.

Every day, it’s the same cycle. People stare at me, take photos, talk about me. Yet none are ever there for me. None even genuinely care for me.

I’m a Lonely Sunflower. That’s what I truly am.