Kisha used to be bright. Morning walks. Kitchen dancing. Colors everywhere.
Then her heart broke.
And she stopped.
No walks. No laughter. No meals.
Her room went quiet. Curtains shut. The plants on the sill turned dry and brittle. Inside, she felt dim, like a lamp unplugged.
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One afternoon Allison came over.
Kisha opened the door in faded shorts, eyes tired.
Allison looked around, then picked up the wilted flower on the table. Soil cracked. Leaves down.
“You see this?” she said quietly.
“Flowers need water, light, care. Without it they droop. We do too.
When we stop eating, moving, doing small things that make us happy, we wither. Not because we’re weak. Because we forgot to water ourselves.”
Silence. One tear fell.
“Don’t let one hurt kill your whole garden,” Allison said. “You’re meant to bloom. For you.
Do the things that brighten you. That’s how you water yourself.”
That week Kisha started small.
Curtains open.
Water.
10-minute walk.
One song, one dance.
She watered the plant too.
Slowly, the flower stood up. Slowly, Kisha did.
She wasn’t fixed all at once. She was growing.
Because she remembered: she is a flower, and flowers need care to bloom.
Taking care of yourself isn’t selfish. It’s how you keep living, healing, and shining.
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