We go to bed, after a couple of hours. I have a nightmare, of the flower strangling me to death. I wake up, sweating. I can hear a faint voice crying. I look over to the twin bed on the far end. Nqo is twisting and turning in her bed.

I jump and run to her. The flower has grown roots and it’s nestling itself on my sisters face. I cry and try to pull it off, but it won’t work.

“Mama!” I scream and run to the door.

I try to open it, it won’t open. The door is stuck. “Mama” I cry.

I rush back to Nqobile, her tiny body is still struggling and kicking, and tears wet her beautiful face. 

I pull the flower off again, nothing works. 

“Please God, I’m only 14 I will never take your flowers off the grass again” I pray then pull the flower off.

Nothing works, again. 

I rush and grab my phone then dial my mom. 

“Letho..why are you calling me?” Mom breathes out

“Mama! Nqobile! Come!” I scream

I can hear my mother waking daddy up, and their loud footsteps as they approach our bedroom. Daddy pushes the door.

“Hhaibo! Lethokuhle! Open this door” Daddy says

“I can’t.. baba..help Nqobile” I cry 

Daddy pushes the door, over and over, the door still won’t budge.

I look over at Nqobile, she’s stopped kicking and struggling. She’s just laying there.

“Baba? Open up! Nqobile! Please!” I scream

“Whats going on in there?” Mommy cries.

Daddy is trying to open the door, he finally breaks it open. They stand at the door.

“Nqobile!” I point at my sister.

Daddy rushes to her, and he tries pulling the flower off her face. It won’t move, instead the flower and its roots are getting bigger and bigger.

“My baby!” Dad cries, hugging nqobile close to his chest.

“Whats going on?” Mom kneels next to daddy and Nqobile, crying.

What did I do?