A new Hollywood apartment.

My parents came to visit one January.

My father discovered plants dying on my back patio.

He was disgusted with me.

“They are not mine!” I affirmed.

“They are now!” he said, furiously watering them.

I reflect on those plants from time to time.

I feel suffocated by my own irresponsibility. 

 

Now, I have too much responsibility. 

That feels better.

 

Prompt 14, Hour 14