by an open window
Belinda had always been the kind of girl who noticed things others walked past. A crack in the pavement where a dandelion pushed through. The way rain made a cobweb look like a necklace. But her favorite thing in the whole world was the small, glossy plant pot on her windowsill — home to a flower she had named . belinda shiny flower
But instead, she found a bigger pot. Fresher soil. And she replanted Shiny with the gentleness of someone stitching a wound. by an open window Belinda had always been