There once was a beautiful garden that grew in the back of a house that a man with his wife helped build. It grew many things. It was located in a neighborhood in the back of a house that belonged to a family of mostly women, with the exception of the father.
The parents worked together many years to get that dream house for their two daughters. The father did build the garden and dreams with his baby, the youngest of the two.
Unfortunately, by the time he was able to see the garden flourish, his baby girl was a young lady making her own rules and finding love of her own.
He worried, as did the mother, because the world was full of wicked men and she was a special lady blooming in the light of day and night despite the evil in the world that almost tore their family apart for a short period of time; nevertheless, because of an unfortunate series of events, the storms of life carried away his baby into the arms of a man who was a stranger and from another land and different. Every time he came around, the father was silent or had very little to say. By that time his baby had forgotten the times he had taken her out to see the world, to work on the garden with him, to ride a bike, to learn to swim. In the midst of a bad hail storm that was immediately followed by drought and sand storms from the desert areas of the town, trajedy struck the Father’s home three times over. His baby girl was found as a single mother. Her husband left, and she lost their house and moved back in with her parents after the husband left, and she lost their house and moved back in with her parents after the husband took their son with him, the garden died slowly, the plants and roses stopped growing and the peach tree stopped giving fruit. The father welcomed his daughter home. When the seasons change dramatically like that they say God is calling angels home. The father and daughter reconcerned each other with what really matters most: Love, respect, forgiveness, and gratitude. He said, “The seasons are changing, I feel God is calling me home soon.” They laughed a bit and then he said, “I’m sorry for overprotecting you, no man I ever met was worthy of you to take care of you like your mather and I have. Forgive him when he apologizes from his heart sincerely. You’ll know when, you’ll feel it with your heart and see it in his eyes the sincerity.” They were pruning the dry rosebuds from the rosebush and she said, “Daddy, I forgive you because you asked, he I’m afraid does not ask because he is not sorry.”
Her father replied, “Look at this rosebush! The freeze and drought has dried out the leaves and flowers,” He reached out to the biggest rose in the bush that was brown and dry and pulls it off and says, “Seasons. Time changes all things. This rose’s time is done. This rose is dead, the bush will never grow this rose again or any other rose like it. I planted this rosebush for your mother.” She looked in his hand at the dried rose and he closed his hand into a tight fist crushing the rose to dust and said to his daughter, “Like the fingers of my hand, seperate we are weak, together we are strong, United we stand strong.”
God called him home 3 months later and the rose bush never bloomed again until her husband came over. Little by little they started to reconcile, then the day came that she was gardening and nothicd a rose bud in the bush. It bloomed and was the only rose in the whole bush. The day she noticed it fully bloom with the outer petals yellow with streaks of red edges, her husband arrived and out of no where asked her for forgiveness.
Realistic Fiction
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Aww I loved the metaphors in this story! I’m glad there was a happy ending.