Belinda Shiny Flower Today

Shiny was no ordinary bloom. Its petals were the color of lemonade at sunset, and they seemed to hold light even in the dark. When Belinda was sad, she would touch one petal, and it would glow faintly, as if whispering, I’m still here. You’re still here.

But instead, she found a bigger pot. Fresher soil. And she replanted Shiny with the gentleness of someone stitching a wound. belinda shiny flower

by an open window

One evening, a storm knocked the pot over. Soil scattered. Petals bruised. Belinda knelt on the floor, cupping the broken stem in her hands. She thought of giving up. Shiny was no ordinary bloom

Belinda had always been the kind of girl who noticed things others walked past. A crack in the pavement where a dandelion pushed through. The way rain made a cobweb look like a necklace. But her favorite thing in the whole world was the small, glossy plant pot on her windowsill — home to a flower she had named . You’re still here