A flower is in love whit the sun, Barranquilla is not

My name is "A flower", I live in a small town called Barranquilla where my father and my mother grew up after travelling a long distance from Costa Rica. I cried when the human who fed me everyday took me out from the pot where I was living since I was born; after being in a black bag for three hours, I opened my eyes and a big building was looking at me. At first it was like 3 meters big but when the summer came it grew up very fast until the rainy days appeared with "La niña". I'd like it not to grow anymore because the bigger star won't look at me anymore, it may stare at some closer flower on the top of the building and forget my existence.