I am looking at my mom whose busy picking some flowers, I smell the flower and it's smell so good for me flowers is a thing that we are all can't say no to it.

The reason why we pick some flowers because my brother died today at the age of 15, he is my older brother and we are so close to each other.

"Mom, is this okay?" I said while holding the beautiful, good condition flowers.

She smile at me and I know she is sad."Yes baby."

She is just silent, I look at her even if I think twice to ask her this because of what happened, I still able to ask her."Mom? Why God let this happened? My brother is so good to us, he is a good kid and I don't understand why.."

She look at me and she put down the basket beside her and hold my hand."If you pick a flower what flower you will pick first?"

I pouted but still answer her."The good and beautiful one."

"Exactly baby, exactly. So don't question God if he will get the person he wanted to get, we just borrowed this life." She said and kiss my forehead.

We headed back to our home and I am just staring at my brother's frame, Mom is right. We are like a flowers to God he will always pick the good ones. His love for us is unconditionally.


© Skyler