Do you remember?

 

Do you remember how we tended the Edward rose bush, thorns scratching our skin?

Do you remember how after a few minutes of pruning the garden, you would shimmy-up the neem tree and jump down crying out loud after getting bitten by red ants.

While you gave up pruning altogether, I continued, plants flourished under my green thumb.

Years later, my green thumb passed on to you. Your garden flourished and my balcony perished.

Do you remember when we fought, you would curse that one day my garden would perish? Did that unintended childish curse come true?

I smile sadly at the withering fern in my balcony at the memory.

Do you remember? ...