Every now and then, I walk to the flower field to collect flowers to put on my grandmas grave and for my demon friend as well. The flowers in the flower field are sunflowers, dandelions, roses and lilacs, I like the lilacs, they are a very pretty purple, it reminds me of my skin color. 

  Every now and then I make a flower crown for my friend and for my grandmas grave, it’s hard with one hand sometimes, I am missing half of my other arm for dumb reasons. I tried to use a stove when I was younger and I burned my arm to the point where I had to remove it and it was a good thing that it happened because it had a bad infection in it. I learned how to cook over the years and now I can make pancakes, garlic bread, cake, brownies and other things I can remember clearly.

  Some days I can’t go to the flower field, it’s sad because that was a calming place and a very nice smelling place. I sometimes have to cook dinner, take out the trash or babysit my little brother. I rather not babysit but hey, at least I get five dollars out of it, I can use that money to get stuff to make more flower crowns and for the plants to keep them alive. 

  Every flower petal that falls is every dead body that falls, it’s true. When I was human and alive, deaths were normal to the point where we had to get more graveyards made or expand a graveyard to fit more dead bodies and tomb stones, I was buried by my actual grandma, every time I remember my grandma, I remember the cookies she made and the soup she made when I was sick, when my mom was sick, and when my siblings were sick. I miss those days.