My mom is Queen Rosetta an guess what that makes me. This castle is my Mom's, but this beautiful courtyard is all mine. It didn't always use to be this beautiful though. This was my father's favorite courtyard until he died. My mother was never one for gardening she didn't really like the outdoors either and locked out the whole courtyard. It soon became a cry for help a weeping garden, slowly dying. Like my Father's memory. Soon my mom married King Edward and the country decided to forget about my father and how wonderful he was . All they think about now is how amazing King Edward is. Watching the garden die was like letting my father slip out of my hands and disappear. Against my mother's wishes, I went into the court yard for the first time in five years. The thought of entering killed me. I didn't want to see how I let my father down, or how I let his courtyard crumble. Seeing everything dead was over whelming, I didn't even know I was crying. I walked through the bleak dead plants and sat on the bench in the center taking in the scenery. I wanted to leave and just give up. I was about to run out ashamed of letting my father's memory die when I noticed a bunch of flowers to my left. It was a little cluster of bright purple flowers that has survived through the years. I found myself still. I was no longer crying. I remember being shocked like I had seen a ghost. Instead of giving up on my father's memory I decided to restore the garden to its greatness. The greatness that he made it.


I spent two years sneaking in and out of the court yard. With only the gardeners help. It wasn't any easy task for I had not inherited my father's green thumb, but luckily I had his will power. The will power and a sign from above kept me from giving up.



See, about one year through we had the harshest winter I had ever seen. All the progress I had made was ruined. Everything was dying. The original set of purple flowers start to die I gave up. The stress and failure was too much for me. For about a week I didn't enter the courtyard. I then thought even if I was to fail the courtyard I was still to keep something to remember my father by so that even though the whole country forgot I never would. I wanted flowers like the original purple ones from the courtyard, that my father planted before he died. I finally found enough courage to enter the courtyard. I went straight to the flowers, cut out a piece and straight back. Biting back the tears.


That afternoon I took the flowers to the florist and asked her if she had any of this kind of flowers. She brought out a 10 feet by 10 feet sheet of the purple flowers. The beautiful colors were breathtaking. The florist said that they were called "forget me knots". When she said that my heart stopped. For I believe in signs. This was a sign sent from my father. He wanted me to make sure that he wasn't forgotten. That night I didn't sleep, for I was too busy working on the courtyard. With just another year of effort it was finished. It was a beautiful courtyard covered in "forget me knots". In the center was a grand marble statue of the late king Nicandro. The memorial plate read "To a wonderful Father and King" The courtyard symbolizes my Father.


Through the courtyard my Father's memory will live on forever.