Blossom, by Sarah Wunder

They tell me to wait. It’ll happen, they say. But I know that the season is now, my time is coming. I can feel it deep down. It’s in the way my bare feet sink into the wet soil, the cool mornings and warm afternoons. What’s more, I see my friends and family members, and it’s happening to them. The whole neighborhood is exclaiming over these new developments.

They tell me to wait. It’ll happen, they say. But I know that the season is now, my time is coming. I can feel it deep down. It’s in the way my bare feet sink into the wet soil, the cool mornings and warm afternoons. What’s more, I see my friends and family members, and it’s happening to them. The whole neighborhood is exclaiming over these new developments.

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