"Light" by: Jessica Liu

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

Mr. Seed is a blind man. But he often time describes the image of the world of light. He said that is coming from his mother’s bedtime story. He is longing for, longing for becoming a blooming giant green plant from a little brown seed. Just like the story coming from one of his relatives, his family can grow to be the method of connecting the sky. One lucky little boy helps to achieve the relative’s goal. I hope, I can have that lucky destiny.

I grow to become longer and longer. I grow to catch every drop of water second by second. I feed my little Mr. Seed more and more. However, Mr. Seed grows to become darker and darker. His sound becomes smaller and smaller.

On the day I feel the moist of soil, I cannot hear him. Oh, spring may also means leave. Dark in my eyes as usual.