Bzz… Bzz… Bzz…
Mum has an obsession with flowers, so naturally, our house is decorated with paintings of flowers, fake flowers, dry flowers, prints of roses everywhere, etc. Friends have even described our house looking similar to a “farm garden”.
I don’t know what a farm garden is, but it sounds lovely.
Mum’s current affinity is roses. It has been this for over six years now.
Before, when I was much younger, she grew to enjoy sunflowers, so she bought fake sunflowers that are exact replica of real sunflowers. They are massive and about half my height. She never threw them out, so they’ve made the second floor as their home. The oranges and yellows have faded slightly, but the height hasn’t changed, and they still look like sunflowers except covered in dust from years of neglect.
This evening, my brothers are I were eating dinner when a loud sound of something being toppled over made its way downstairs to the dinner table. We speculated quickly and dismissed the sound because we knew that no thief is stupid enough to break into the house during early evening.
While we chatted and ate, another sudden noise of something buzzing loudly and aggressively bumping onto the walls entered the dining room.
It was a very large black bee.
We all ran; my brothers to wash their hands because they were done eating, and me to my room because I only just started. Lights were turned off to drive the bee away. “Go away, Bee!” we thought in our respective state of recluse, protected by a shut door and thick walls.
It was later in the night did my older brother told me about the sunflower upstairs being toppled down, which resulted in the sound we heard during dinner. Apparently, the bee thought they were real sunflowers and started attacking them for food.
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