December 19, 2025, Evo Numy
Photo by MOHAMMADREZA Kr on Unsplash
I dreamt.
I was at my parent’s house. It was a warm spring day and the flowers were blooming. I was on the front porch, looking at the yard, the cherry blossom tree and the driveway. I was thinking back to my childhood, all the memories of playing in the yard, climbing the cherry tree and countless hours of drawing on the driveway with chalk. I was overwhelmed with an intense nostalgia and guilt. I missed being a carefree child with nothing to do but go outside and play. I felt guilt because I did not care much about my parents. Now that I am an adult, I feel awkward around them because I never formed a connection with them.
My mom then came out of the house. She told me to come inside and talk to dad, he wanted to visit with me. I came inside and talked with my dad a little bit. Our conversation was the same repetitive questions he asks every time I see him: how is work, how are the cats, how is my car running, etc. I grew tired of the conversation so I went to the backyard.
I went to the farthest corner of the yard and looked at the yard next door. My grandmother used to live there. I saw that one of the fountains she used to have was gone but the garden by the fence was thriving. I noticed there were potted plants nestled in the branches on some young trees. At first, I thought it was strange but I actually liked it.
I was once again hit with a wave of nostalgia and guilt. I miss my grandmother. I miss going over to her house and helping her garden when I was a child. She was so kind and loving. I remember that I stopped visiting her when I became a teenager. I was more interested in watching YouTube and playing video games. I wish I had visited her more in her later years.
I wanted to create a beautiful garden so that I could bring a piece of that nostalgia and happiness back to me.
I awoke.