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Memoirs: How my garden helped me learn about love or survive its loss

by Poppy Matt

Created on: March 04, 2010   Last Updated: March 30, 2010

Yvonne was more than just a friend to me. She was the sister that I never had, the mother that had dropped me off at the orphanage and then disappeared into thin air, the father that had showed me so much love and my companion. I could never make a decision without consulting Yvonne from boyfriends to Prom dresses and even choice of career and then place of work so when I lost her, it hit me very hard especially when my evil conscience pricked me day and night accusing me of neglecting her.

I had met Yvonne in the summer of 1992 in a park, she had been buying some souvenirs from the little tuck shop there and I had been eyeing a very pretty key ring but like every child in the orphanage, I had been unable to purchase it so I simply tried to fill up my memory with it, the shiny silver and the gold plates around it not to forget the pretty beach picture that was in its center. I was too caught up with this to notice that someone had sneaked up behind me and was holding out her hand. Blushing, I shook it and then she asked me who I was and then what I was doing there and then I told her about the key ring. Surprisingly, she gave me a 100 dollar note and told me to keep the change. Of course I had been amazed and terribly grateful. I was able to purchase some more stuff as well as get some ice-cream and hot dogs for I and my pal Jenny who is now an actress.

Well, I didn’t see Yvonne for months and then one day, when I was returning back from school with my mates, we noticed a black limousine parked in front of the orphanage building something that we were all excited about as the rich visitors would normally give us kids some money if we were polite, friendly and cute. So we all rushed inside to pull our uniforms and go around the halls so to get noticed by the owner of the limousine. I was strolling through the corridors on group B when I heard a girl’s voice saying something about wanting to see a girl named Poppy.

“Hey Pop, who knows that could be you and you know what that means?” Jen said her eyes wide with excitement

“I know. They would probably give me more than 100 bucks” I replied excitedly

We stayed there for a while imagining what we’d do with the money if indeed I got it but the truth hit me, there were like twenty Poppy’s in the orphanage. Some of their names weren’t actually Poppy but they answered Poppy anyway…. I think you get it just like Nicola and Nicky. So we continued our walk still

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