I Want a World That Goes Back to Better

New beginnings start with planting seeds

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I died in October 2020. I was almost 14 years old.

Life was good to me, right to the end. But, I did go blind in my left eye for the last few months because the darn tumor on my neck pressed up against a nerve. Was I in pain? Not really. I was well taken care of. I’ll tell you more about my life later; right now, I want to tell you about how things changed in March of 2020.

All of us, me, the man and the woman, were out in the back garden. I heard them grumbling about this new thing, the lockdown. Apparently, some nasty germs found their way from China to Europe, America, Australia, and, well, worldwide. Not just ordinary germs you might get when you cut yourself and don’t wash it — I’m talking serious, contagious type germs—little killers.

So, there we were, catching some Springtime sun in the garden, which by the way, was concrete and weeds a few months ago. The man and woman brought in some men and machines and redid everything. Now there are fresh beds of earth, patios, walkways, and stonework. So, it looks better, but it’s still barren because the new plants haven’t had a chance to grow yet.

Life in this lockdown hasn’t changed my life one bit. I still get up when I want, wander around, eat a bit and…