Every time when I was younger and I felt sad, my mom would bring me a daisy. That was her way of letting me know that things were going to be okay. The smell of the daisy always comforts me. I slowly get up and walk to the daisy. I breathe in the soothing scent. I knew that everything was going to be okay. It was going to take a lot of time, but God had plans for me. I try to remember that every time I begin to cry. He took my mom for a reason. Just like the daisy, my life would begin to grow into something beautiful.
Five months later:
I went back to see the daisy that reminded me of comfort. To my surprise, there was a whole field of them now. The center of all the flowers was the same color of my mom's bright blonde hair. I smiled and grabbed my dad's hand. We were going to be okay.
Hello everyone! My name is Taylor. I usually write about what is on my brain, but I decided to write a short story. I just want to let you know that it is not a true story. I happy live with a mom, dad, sister, a brother(who is off at college), two dogs, and a cat. I hope you liked the story! What's your life like? Feel free to comment about yourself and what's on your mind!