Summary: How Maryam got her gift, technically.
Maryam's fifth birthday party was a failure, to say the least. It wasn’t even others fault, it was hers and hers alone. All she wanted to do was sit in her room, shut herself out, that day was her own not anyone else’s. But her stupid "gift" was ruining everything, sharp, thick thorns were on her bedroom floor, puncturing anyone’s feet if they dare stepped in without looking
Dark olive green rose vines covered her door entirely, the same sharp vines on them. On the end was a continuously flowering proliferated roses, only yellow in color.
Maryam wanted no one to get in, not even her parents. Excluding one person, one who could come in without knocking, ever. And that was Tulip Rossi, so it was no surprise when Maryam saw her on the bed, sitting right next to her.
"Maryam, are you okay? Everyone was asking about you downstairs, they were worried."
"I’m fine." Maryam sounded guilty, saddened. Upset even
"Maryam, this is your party! Everybody wants to see you, this is for YOU! No one else, even if it went wrong." Tulip coaxed, trying to get Maryam out of her depressing attitude.
Maryam had a slight smile, opening her door, walking down the steps with tulip. She was still nervous, but with her greatest friend there she felt like she could destroy the world— nope, conquer— how about, stand taller than Mount Everest. That sounds better, now, nothing could actually go wrong—if she hadn’t touched a big vase of roses and gave them rose rosette! Everyone else looked either surprised or gagged, but Mozenrath looked SO damn proud. It made sense, the guy named him after her!
The very first thing Maryam did was hug her father, very tightly for a five year old girl, but that girl was 5'6, so that was unsurprising.
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Now, Maryam looks back on her birthday fondly, as fondly as she could.