Baby's breath were my favorite. Extravagant in a bouqet of flowers, but even more magnificent on their own, well, that's my opinion. They are present to make the rest of the flowers shine even brighter. But, they don't get the credit. I guess that 's like me. In a room full of people, I am there to make others feel better about themselves. I am not tall, but not short either. I'm not fat, not skinny. I am not beautiful, yet not ugly, but again, that's my opinion. I guess i'm just right in the middle. But hey, that's fine by me, I suppose. Even in my own family, I- "Where do you think the name originated from?" . A middle aged woman standing next to me looked at me with piercing eyes. She had interrupted me. Her whole face was a questionmark. I looked even more confused than her. My mind was drawn out of my head, and i had to focus. I came to my senses. "Excuse me, what?" was my response. She looked annoyed, but smiled a little as she sighed. "Baby's breath. Name. Origin. Do you know?". I didn't, but made up a reasonable answer. "they're delicate, charming and innocent. Like a baby." I smiled at the lady. "And the breath part?" she wasn't pleased with my made up answer. " They're delicate, like i said, even a baby's breath could make them fall apart" I was delighted with my response. She wasn't. She probably wanted me to get all worked up and give up. But i didn't. Ever. I can't have people thinking i'm dumb. Even over something so stupid as a flower's name. I am not incompetent.
