Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Today is a good day. I am desired. I am growing. I am a sunflower. Good things come to me

A suitor approaches me as we walk.

 

I lift my petals, hiding my face from it as it comes to me. A bee.

 

The fat bee buzzes noisily, scouring the landscape for beautiful flowers. I am flattered. Thank you, bee. But I am not ready yet.

 

Besides, you are making my friend nervous.

 

My mushroom-friend, staring warily at the bee, picks up her pace.

 

The confused bee however, unsure as to why I am moving in such an unusual manner for a flower, pursues me.

 

This makes my mushroom-friend very unhappy.

 

I too, am unsure as to why we move, bee. But this is what it is. I find that it is best to simply not worry about it. After all, it’s such a beautiful day today.

 

The bee is indifferent to my explanation and continues to pursue us, indifferent to my mushroom-friend’s protests. She lets out a frightened, chirping sound and runs again.

 

It seems stressful, having to run so much.

 

I wonder, if next time we stop, if I can show her how to relax properly? She just needs to bury her roots in the soil and stand next to me, so that we can look at the sun together.

 

All of this staying unburied stuff is very unhealthy. She certainly looks that way and I am sure that, if the other sunflowers could see me, that they would think the same of me.

 

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But that is fine.

 

I have seen the world. I have witnessed incredible riches. There were a lot of trees. There was a really big rock. I was carried to water. Now, a bee has fallen for me.

 

- Unrequited love.

 

What a life I have lived.

 

I am a blessed sunflower.

 

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A heart has been broken, my suitor having had no choice but to give up the chase, after we went too far from his route.

 

But that is okay. Things like that can wait until I am older.

 

They can wait until my friend has finally managed to settle down. It would be rude to let myself get pollinated and then run.

 

The bee deserves better.

 

I like the bees.

 

They have the same tone of fuzzy yellow that the sun has.

 

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