The bougainvillea

Once while standing in the patio I looked up the bougainvillea and they were no longer dead and dying but suddenly blooming and beginning to climb up the steel structure around the pool the way my father had envisioned and I said to him, look it’s becoming how you wanted it to be and he nodded and I, suddenly remembered the sketches of what he wanted his backyard to be, a water haven filled with creeping and crawling flowers and greenery and I was thinking how 20 – 30 years later he had made it happen, he brought his drawing to life and even though he is almost 70 he is still my father who can do anything. 
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