#WritcoStoryChallenge
The sun was setting in the horizon. I watched it and wondered,should I walk towards it or wait back.
Just then,I heard my phone ringing from my room and ran to pick it.It was my dad reminding me to come with more flowers for my mom.It was her birthday and we were getting together for a small intimate party later that night.
My mom loved flowers just as I did if not more.To her,flowers signified beauty and freedom of expression of color.They're also what saved her in her childhood from sinking into depression.She named me Daisy.Her favorite.
When growing up,her parents didn't get along so well and when the shouting match began,her heart would start beating loudly, she'd get quick breaths and quickly find her way to her safe place.The garden.
The smell of daisies,roses and others with words she was not able to pronounce calmed her down like a charm.
So knowing this,my dad and I respected her love for them.
It was going to be an all white dinner.I hated dress codes,hated rules,hated anything that limited me.My father's daughter.But love makes you do crazy things huh!
Too bad I...