She had to tell me it was a cyclamen. I’d never seen one before.
“The flowers are inside-out,” I told her. “It’s a backwards plant. It’s always looking backward. I don’t need a plant that looks at the past.”
“You’re wrong, Mom,” she said. “The flowers are inside-out. If anything, they’re looking upside-down, not backwards.”
She set the plant on the window sill.
“Maybe you should start looking at things upside-down,” she said.
Author note: I started this story with a prompt about “outsiders looking in.” I wanted an image of a window where you’re looking out – not in – and this photo with a cyclamen plant caught my eye. Mothers and daughters are always a rich vein of conflict to delve into.