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