Our jasmine is blooming!

Last year, as I was enjoying my grandma's flowers of jasmine, I blamed my mom on her carelessness about taking care of our poor jasmine. With the withered leaves, our jasmine bent down her head, as if she was going to die. But now, looking at her luxuriant dark green leaves and lovely white little flowers that are contributing her pretty fragrance to our balcony, her fragrance with a sort of feeling are both breathed in my heart. That made me stimulated to write this.

The jasmine shows her fragile flowers, as if she was going to say, "Thank you, my mistress. May my flowers bring you my best gratitude for taking care of me for over one year!" Standing in front of her, smelling her charming fragrance, I
am even jealous of her, as if she were my younger sister showing off to my mom.
How can I not to be jealous of her? My mom got her repayment only after taking
care of her for one year. But where is mine after being taken care of for years?

I know that my mom is not only happy for the sweet flowers, she also happy to see the good result of her poor care. I know that my mom will be satisfied if the jasmine just keeps healthy. I know that my mom doesn't want any repayment even
if she has paid too much on her loved one. She just wants to see the loved one being strong, independent, and successful. These just are the best repayment to her, a mother shows her great affection to the one she loves. And the jasmine
just did it.

I think the jasmine is jealous of me the same way I do, because I have been being taken care of much better than she has been. With the poor care, she still blooms. But what about me........

I hope one day I can bloom. I don't expect to grow beautiful flowers on my trunk and branches. I just expect to have flowers like the jasmine's that grow on my body, having prosaic appearance but leaving my sweet fragrance to people I love.