A Sunflower's Tale

She longed for the Sun. For his bright she always basking in every day. His warmth that always crawling to her fingers down to her toes. His amber shines upon the hills where her body lies.

And for the longing that always burning inside her, her body forces her to keep him in her sight. No matter if it's day or night, never slipped even just a slight. The Sun is the only one she sees in her eyes. Following every moves he make. From east to west. Never for a bit she needs to rest.

Except the fact that she knew she had to compete with the Saturn and her shimmering ice ring that crowned her body to win the Sun's heart. And she knew that there's no way to win if she had to compete with such beauty in the Milky Way for her place is only somewhere in Earth's ground with no icy ring or whatsoever on her body, only her yellowness.

But she has a little thought that makes her confident boost a little and her smile wide a little:

Which planet nearest to the sun?

Eventhough she kept that little thought in every nerves on her brain, in the blink second after, she knew that it was all fantasy. A fantasy that keep her pointless hope alive. And what's the point of hoping for something that you know won't be true? Yes, pointless. 

Yet as silly as it might sounds, she doesn't care, because for as long as she knows, it was this hope, the one that keep her body grow a little bit taller, her color a little bit brighter, and her roots a little bit stronger, each day.

Burreau of Immigration's seat,

08.17 am | 29th April 2016