Chapter 12 Purple Leaves

• Dandy’s POV (Younger version):
• Although I had been in much more comfortable places, my grandmother’s house was one of the lovely places where my best memories lay. The beautiful garden she cultivated and said that love was her recipe and motivation, the wall clock hung at the entrance of her house and most importantly, Aunty Olive who sat on the couch all day long. Those were everything I saw daily in my grandmother's house.
• The purple herb my grandmother planted in her garden had begun to spring up. It didn’t spring like every other plant, which made me wonder. My eight-year-old self continued inspecting the herb as though I would derive a theory of life for further study. My knowledge of life was very myopic: I didn’t know a bee’s function in plants and tried to shoo it away from them.