When I was 5, I really loved sunflowers. I don't know why. I just love it for the way it is. I love its yellow petals as it shines through the day. I really loved drawing sunflowers. When I turned 10, my father Lincoln Johnson and I built a sunflower garden in our backyard. My mother, Beatriz Johnson was amazed of our sunflower garden. She took really good care of it. I turned 13, and I collected sunflower paintings, bags, pencils, notebooks, hairbands, dresses, bracelets, necklaces and even shoes. I did my collection for 7 years. One day, when I was walking to my sunflower garden, I saw another kind of flower planted on it. It was a dafodil. Who would plant a dafodil in a sunflower garden?I became curious. I asked dad and mom about it,but they said they didn't plant a dafodil.They even said that we do not have any dafodils here. I thought it was our neighbor. I asked if it was them, but no. I asked Dalia, our maid, but it was not her. Who would plant it? Is it an old lady that came to our house and planted the dafodil, or a young lady that has no garden and planted it on ours?
Gabrielle B.
