As mentioned, Jesse is truly a soft-spoken person. When he says he is fond of his family, he really means it—he just loves being under the same roof with them every single day. Not to mention that he’s very devoted to Momma, that whenever she asks for help, he’ll be more than willing to fulfill her needs.
Now that the sprout has grown to a taller seedling, Jesse was being asked to buy a pack of organic plant fertilizer from the nearest gardening shop. Of course, he agreed. He took one of his little brothers to go along with him.
“Two packs of fertilizer, please,” he said to the store clerk.
“Didn’t Momma say a pack?” his brother was frowning at him.
“Why not?” asked Jesse. “I’ll pay for it. I’m supporting whatever Momma is up to.”
The store clerk came with Jesse’s request. “Two packs of fertilizer, coming! Anything else?”
Jesse shook his head.
The store clerk asked for his full name and from that point, he realized that Jesse’s family members are regular customers in this shop—because of the surname: JESSE ALTERIO HEARST.
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For someone as energetic and active as Debora—who couldn’t spend a minute staying still without doing anything—the idea of growing a tree in the backyard sounded like a super huge party for her. She celebrated the news by dancing around the seedling, as if she was giving off her positive energy towards the blooming plant.
She has always been a curious one, too. One time, when her older sister tried to water the seedling, she took a quick glance of how her sister did it and asked right away, “Can I do it too, Sis?” Luckily, her siblings are very much used to that, so no one has ever gotten irritated or annoyed by her curiosity; they rather find it cute.
At another time, she went outside the house and been gone for hours, just to brought back loads of pebbles that who knows where did she find it. She arranged the pebbles around the seedling, and when she realized the number is enough, she tried to build her name out of it: DEBORA LÉAH HEARST.
Genoveva, who we call Ginny, is really fond of taking pictures and uploading it on her social media accounts. She just loves interacting with people, online or on the spot. In fact, Ginny was the only one who used to regularly take photos of Momma’s seedling. From the first time Momma putting it on the ground, to the time it gradually grew, she keeps every track in the form of pictures, all kept safe in her phone gallery.
Sometimes Momma would ask her too if she has an update of the plant today. The plant is growing well, Momma! I can see a tiny leaf coming out of its stem. Oh wow! Another leaf! And click, clack. Pictures sent.
One day, the most unexpected thing happened. A plant lover page on Instagram reached out to her, saying that they appreciate Ginny’s work and would love to repost some of her pictures. They started the message with nice greetings along with her full name being mentioned: GENOVEVA LOISEL HEARST.
Tiny Icii, with crayons in hand, habitually watched as Momma’s seedling slowly developed into a taller plant. He was inspired by how it turned out to be each day, that he started to make his own version on a paper using bright colors. As the drawing looked complete to him, he would adorably dance all day while showing the picture to everyone in the house.
“Momma, look at my drawing! This is our soon-to-be tree.”
Then it was Momma’s turn to see how pretty and colorful Icii’s drawing was, which certainly astonished her. “I can buy you more crayons if you want,”
“HUH!” Icii gasped as he heard that. “Can I, Momma? I mean, you can but you don’t have to…”
“Of course I do,” Momma replied gently. “Now, let’s go get ready, okay? You can put this drawing on your wall if you like.”
“Thank you, Momma!” Icii had never been happier before. He then followed what his mother had said, he glued the paper onto his bedroom wall, next to a scribble that says: RUICII-O MUFF HEARST.
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The seedling had indeed become even more taller and stronger, but that doesn’t mean anyone can be unmindful when playing around it. Consider Eliel—the crybaby who tries (sometimes so hard) to cover his image by looking cool and cold, but fails—most of the time.
One day, he went to the backyard to play with the soccer ball Momma just bought him the other day. He thought it was okay to play around the sapling because it seemed bigger than before, but he was wrong. One mistake and crack! Sound of the stem cracking.
His older brothers that saw him immediately reported to Momma about what happened. Getting fed up with all the guilt, Eliel started to shed tears. He cried even harder when Momma came to him, even when she gave her gentle reassurance while calling his name: ELIEL HEARST.
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Nivian, widely known in her school, was so popular that when she was accompanying Momma to shop at the mall one day, she was randomly accosted by her schoolmates. Five times. On the same day.
“Oh, hi! Whatcha doin’ here? Say hi to my Momma. Momma, this is my classmate,” she would say.
However, forasmuch as the sprout at the backyard were growing beautifully, Nivian had been at home on those days. She would watch the plant from upstairs, right from her bedroom window. She wanted to get acquainted with the plant too. As she spent more time observing it, she began to notice subtle changes that she couldn’t hold the urge to talk about it to her classmates.
“You know what? We’re planting a big tree! Yes, a treehouse! Once it’s built, I would definitely invite you guys to come over and have a sleepover party there. What? No! You wouldn’t fall down! Take back those words.”
Just as she let out the chatter, she realized that she was talking during class, and that’s when her teacher firmly called her name: NIVIAN SLOANE HEARST.