flowers for algernon

Indy loved his family deeply, but he felt very different from all of them too. Already his feelings of being the outcast were beginning to take root. He liked his alone time just as much as time spent with his siblings. He felt like he was quieter than the rest of them too, even if wrestling was his favorite game. Still, he’d taken more interest in the flora than fauna.

His brother offered his observation, it was indeed a pretty flower. Indigo decided he was very fond of the brightly colored plants. ”Because they’re pretty.” He stated obviously, though he sounded quite proud of Azure’s compliment. ”Mom deserves pretty things.” There wasn’t a wolf yet that hadn’t called he and his siblings some form of aesthetic compliment. Surely he’d elicit the same response if he gave his mother pretty flowers. ”The ones in the garden don’t be long to me.” He explained, ”they’re for other things… not gifts to Momma.” He wasn’t sure what other things, but it wasn’t that.