growing up in los angeles,
my grandmother used to have a rose garden.
i specifically remember these two rose bushes on the side of the house that looked particularly like trees without thorns.
over the summer, i scoured the garden centre looking for them
only to discover they weren’t rose bushes.
the buds remained intact throughout the months until yesterday,
but just one bloomed.
not sure what it is about the holidays that turn me into a complete sap,
but i miss grandma. it’s through her and grandpa that i learned how love should be
and the family i strive to build one day.
currently listening to:
joanna wang did a sweet cover of a song that grandma used to sing.