I was watching her tend to her plants. I liked watching her prune the leaves carefully. I can still remember her outline, hunched in a corner, focusing on another plant, this time a malunggay tree she planted a while back.
At least, I think it was a malunggay tree, but it could be something else.
This was one of my earliest memories of her. I associate anything plant-related with my paternal grandmother. I guess you could say that she was the one who introduced me to the world of flora.
I want to gather as many memories of her as I can, especially those one-of-a-kind experiences we had when I was younger. I want to remind her of all the things she did when her memories are starting to fail her.
I want her to remember the beauty of her plants, particularly the flowers she used to have. I want to tell her stories like this, me spending a few minutes with her and her small rooftop garden.