In the pink flowers live my memories vividly, as though my past finds solace in their embrace,under the charisma of the bougainvillea blooms. Grandpa, grandma, cousins, aunts… they appear in my mind’s eye, one by one, every time I glimpse these graceful flowers,igniting childhood memories, one after another. A simple flower sparking a myriad of … More When Memories Bloom #FictionMonday