Tag: garden

garden song

Life, prose December 9, 2020

a little note: we did in fact have a rooftop garden and chicks and a vegetable patch. my grandma grew her own food and i remember thinking that is the most amazing thing ever, especially since I lived in the most drab, uninteresting apartment block that had narrow, one-way hallways next to the elevators. I always thought that there was a ghost at the end of it, so the moment the elevator door opened, i ran towards my unit without looking back once and pounded the passcode in such a frenzy. the room on the other side of the rooftop garden was a storage space, my grandma kept all my mom’s old stuff, her computer which was way too big and the countless photo albums. we only took it out during our visits and it always smelled way too much of dust and disintegrating paper

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