Light
Jessica Liu, 12th
The wind attends New York with a floral smell. Look up, the birds are calling on the sky. What a warm day! Bringing the sound of Spring. However, me, living down to the soil, cannot get the message on time. In the darkness, touching the wall of my home. Imagining the world outside would be changed while the soil turns moist. I guess, one day I can climb up and my imagination will come true. Or, maybe one day my lovely friend Mr. Seed can grow up and take me to the sky. I mean, how couldn’t that be possible? It has been one, two… a million seconds since I heard the welcome message from the world. And, it has also been a long long time since I met Mr. Seed. The first day he appeared is the day that my chair is made. In the longest vibration I even met with my soil, he fell like an angel and brought the light to me. It is my first time checking something that is white. The color is the opposite of my life. I felt hurt, more clear, burning. But I cannot stop curiosity. I cannot stop looking at that gap. Nevertheless, it disappears soon. Only my angel stays. Page 24
