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Friday, January 05, 2007 She was just a dull-looking dandelion, with small fluffy grey hair and a crooked stalk. She wasn't planted by the gardener himself. Neither was she one of those pretty flowers in his garden that shone with bright colours. As a wild seed, she was blown by the wind into his garden where she wedged herself firmly in the soil, among the other beautiful flowers.Yet, the Gardener didn't mind. He didn't wrench her out and threw her away. Instead, he continued caring for her as he did for all his flowers in the garden. While he worked in the garden, he would tell them his thoughts and feelings, of stories about love found and lost, of funny incidents which he'd encountered when he went into town. In fact, he didn't notice her presence at first. So she secretly promised herself that she would try her utmost to become as gorgeous as the other flowers and attract his attention. Then one day, while he was doing his usual daily routine of watering and checking the plants for diseases, he stopped beside her and bent down for a closer look. "Hello", he said to her. She glowed with so much pride that she thought she was going to burst any moment. Then, she tried to puff up her small fluffy grey hair and straighten her crooked stalk for him. "However did you manage to get here?", the Gardener asked with a fond smile on his sad face as he stroked her small fluffy grey hair and crooked stalk lovingly. She peered closely at his face and looked into his eyes. She saw him hurting inside and suddenly, she found herself aching for him as well. When he realised she couldn't possibly answer him, the Gardener stood up and walked back to his house with slow heavy footsteps. She looked on heartbreakingly at his back view, at his slouching shoulders, at the powerful rough hands that held the watering can. The dull-looking dandelion, with small fluffy grey hair and a crooked stalk longed to be his source of comfort, to soothe him and take away all his pain. How could she not feel for him? How could she not be attracted to him? How could a dull-looking dandelion, with small fluffy grey hair and a crooked stalk, ever compete for his love with the other fine-looking flowers? She didn't dare hope. Didn't dare hope the Gardener would remember her. Didn't dare hope he would stop by again to talk to her. Didn't dare hope he would feel anything for her. She bowed her crooked stalk and wept as the gentle wind caressed her small fluffy grey head.
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