“Your most memorable experience in the back of a car”
It was dark. I remember that.
I had such a hard time keeping my eyes open. The rumbling of the car was rocking me to sleep, the soft vibration of the wheels on the road were like a silent lullaby that only I could hear.
“A houseplant is dying. Tell it why it needs to live.”
Oh, orchid of mine, live!
You bring such joy, such colour, such vibrancy to my life.
You remind me of the sun shining through my window in the morning as I wake; that calm and effervescent feeling.
“Describe your mother”
My mother is one of a kind,
and I’ll say she knows her own mind,
if you argue against her,
you won’t get to beat her,
and you might have a sore behind.
“Your favourite book”
My favourite book of all time has always been Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. I read it when I was 13 or so, and while there may have been books that I enjoyed more when I read them, Little Women has stuck with me ever since.
I think part of it is tied to when I read it. At an age where I was starting to define who I would be, the quest that all teenager embarks upon, I found that I could see part of me reflected in each of the very different sisters.
“Three objects in your childhood bedroom”
I shared my childhood bedroom with my sister. We were so close in age, we were practically twins, and most of what we had in our room was shared in some way or another.
The one thing I remember the most clearly out of our room was the Milky Way. Mom had painted the stars on our ceiling, with a river of golden pentagrams coursing diagonally across it. If ever I lay awake in thought, I could count the stars to help me fall asleep, never in the same order, always to the same end.