"You're beautiful," Mom whispered.
Sunflower smiled. Sunflower had long, dark chocolate hair, soft, rosy cheeks, beautiful emerald green eyes, and a smile so big, it would fill her face. It was a nice afternoon, warm and breezy. They laid on the tall, cushioned, grass and listened to the peaceful hum of the wind, rushing past, while feeling the sun put a warm blanket over them.
"Mom?" Asked Sunflower.
"Yes honey?" Mom responded quietly.
"How is your fever? You've been sick for a while." Sunflower exclaimed calmly.
Mom had a startled look, quickly trying to hide it. she then looked at Sunflower, smiled, and then cheerfully said, "Sunflower! You don't need to worry about those things."
Sunflower then sat up and said rather defensively, "But I still want to know, you really make me worry sometimes, Mom." Sunflower looked deeply inside her mother's ocean blue eyes, determined to know.
Mom, still showing her cheery face, giggled, "I'm fine, really! you don't have to worry!" She then laid back down, sliding her hand into sunflowers, squeezing tightly, closing her eyes, and taking a long, silent breath in, sounding as if she wanted to keep the smell of summer inside of her forever.
Sunflower, who was still sitting up, responded in the tone of relief, "Good. Because I was getting worried again." She then held her hand on her forehead in a dramatic way, saying in a soft southern accent, "Oh, mother, you will drown me someday in an ocean of worry." She then flopped on the grass, smiling her big, white smile.
Mom, who was still laying on the grass, silently, holding her daughters hand, sighed a long, quiet sigh, and asked, "how does dinner sound?" She turned her head, meeting her daughters' bright gaze, making her mother smile. Mom let go of Sunflowers hand, and got up. she held out her hands down to Sunflowers, just low enough that Sunflower could reach, and Mom didn't hurt her back.
Sunflower, still smiling, grabbed her mothers hands. Moms hands were small, but still larger than Sunflowers. they were very soft, and aged. Sunflower always loved that feeling. when Sunflower got up, she looked at her mother, and then hugged her tightly, as if she let go, her mother would turn to dust. she then broke off the hug, looked at her mother, and said, "Let's go."
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Sunflower
Short StorySo, I wanted to write this, but I've never been any good at getting stories into public, because i'm really embarrassed to do that, unless it is a school project. This is just a short story, but very touching. (To me, anyway.) This about a girl na...
