Need Some Sun And Fertilizater

Need some sun and fertilizater

Isabela still has a long road of learning who she is

@encantober-official prompt — Discovery

Isabela laughed, wind chased her. High grass laid under her feet, soft. Flowers pollen fell on her already colorful dress, adding bew scent to the mass. The paint stuck to her skin, creating a wonderful pattern against the dark. Her skirt got stuck in one of the big trunks, so old it probably was older than Abuela. The fabric had screamed it protect, before giving the way ripping a little, much to Isabela's amusement. She found it to be a really cool style addiction.

"What are you doing?" Isabela froze. The voice was enough to make her startle. Just by instinct, she rubbed her arms, desperate to get the pollen off. She was a good girl, she's not supposed to...

Abuela backed away, lifting her skirt. Eyes widening at Isabela's sudden shift in behavior. Worried, maybe even hurt. They stood like this for a few seconds.

"Sorry, Abuela, I just..." Isabela's voice trailed off. It wasn't like before. Abuela had accepted that the things weren't okay in a way they were. And, to be honest, Isabela didn't know WHY she kept reacting so badly "Damn." She groaned, her arms falling to her sides. As much as Isabela enjoyed her freedom, and with all Alma's attempts to show that she would love Isabela for who she actually was, some internal part. What was raised by perfectionism that was going on for years. Couldn't believe the reality of the sutuation. When Isabela kept pushing herself back whenever Abuela was around. For a brief moment she forgot everything their family went throught. Feeling like she was locked in perfectionism again.

The silence felt heavy and uncomfortable. Hanging between them in weight too heavy for anyone to lift. "You look nice." Abuela looked at Isabela's dress. "New colours?"

Isabela smiled, without realising her pose relaxed, now not so straightly stiff. "Yeah, I keep experimenting with... Well, everything." This was something Isabela was doing since Casita collapsed. Years of being forced into what everyone wanted her to be, and Isabela wasn't so sure who she was supposed to be herself. How she masked and what was real her rooted so deeply, she couldn't separate it.

Alma nodded. "It suits you," Isabela smiled, spinning aroung. Her lush skirt whirled. Several flowers fell off, bright against the grass. "What are these?" The older woman asked, crouching down. Taking the soft yellow petals between her dainty fingers.

"Chaerolepis" Isabela explained. She was always happy to tell more about plants. She apways was a bit of botanic. Most people didn't believe her so much, amor assumed she knew some basic stuff about flowers. But Isabela actually adored learning about all type of flora even before she discovered the full extent of her gift. Plants were amazing!

Isabela waved her hand, and pink blooms of stevia grew behing her grandmother's ear. While Isabela trued to distant herself from the flowers pr pink colours, she knew her Abuela loved it. Gentle and dainty like a proper lady. Part of Isabela wondered if she would become the same simply from the old oge.

Abuela's flace flowed in a tender smile. "Mí Flor, you didn't have to," She pulled Isabela, kissing her on a cheek. "You are doing so wonderful with all these plants. I'm sl proud of you."

Isabela's heart skipped a beat. She knew Abuela wouldn't be mad at her for simply being herself. But hearing it out loud still took her breath out of a moment. Her breathing quickened, numb fingers limped. And before Isabela could even realize it, she pulled her grandmother into a hug.

"I love you," Despite her efforts, Isabela's voice pithed high. Preathing came out in suffocating gasps. When she wanted to stop, she was a very practiced actress after all. This was too hard, forcing wetness to form into her eyes as much as Isabela hated it. She wasn't the type to break down in fron of everyone.

But, in the end of the day, recognition is what Isabela wanted the most. This warm assuarance that she wouldn't be alone, no matter how far away she goes from her act of perfectionism. This meant more than anything in the world. Love that wouldn't fade just because she didn't please her family. Just hearing that no matter if she grew cacti or flowers, Abuela would love her.

"Thanks you" She whispered, holding her grandmother close. "I love you too"

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Luisa: Oh fuck I need help!

Mirabel: What is it?

Luisa: Well I have this list of thimhs to trg in my day off so I of course have to do them today but it's a evening and I haven't finished even a half of the list so I'm really worried and what if I won't have enough time for everything??

Mirabel: Wait, you— you don't have to complete every activity in one day?

Luisa: But it's the purpose of list to tell what I'm supposed to do

Mirabel: You do realize it's not chores you are ovligate to do, right?

Luisa:

Mirabel: Right?

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