Non-Sprout

Days turned to weeks, and weeks to years. She tried each and every day, hoping and wishing, he would notice her. She tried to become like her cousins, they were all boys. She thought, being more like them, would bring her closer to him. She didn't mix with people. She didn't go for parties. She stayed home, all her life, waiting for him. The yellow bucket was broken, the spade washed away with the tides, but he still didn't know she was there. With time, her hopes drifted away too.

A day came, when she finally gave up. Now when she saw him, laugh and play, she didn't want to be with him, she didn't want to know him, she didn't want to have ever known him. He, on the other hand, completely forgot she existed. He was drawn into his own world, of money and enjoyment, she was an insignificant speck in the background, that didn't deserve his attention.
She studied well, won and lost in life, without him by her side.

She went from school to college, made new friends, moved on with life and she had a happy life. She did not need to spend her days crying for him anymore.

And then one day, he came to her. He sat down, he wanted to talk.

He said:
What have I done to deserve this? Why do you'll treat me this way? I work day in day out, to keep you'll happy. When have I ever made anything less for you? You never talk to me, don't you know I live in the same house?

He was crying.
She starred blankly at him. She didn't cry, she didn't speak.
He realized that she didn't know him, she didn't recognize him.
Her father left the room.
As he closed the door behind him, a tear dropped from her eye.
She wiped it away, opened her book and began to write -
and she wrote, a sad story......