I sat on a bench in the little quiet park with my beloved wife, Darla. My arm wrapped around her shoulder. I pressed a soft kiss onto her forehead and she smiled. The way she smiled was my reason to live. It was always a small grin, yet it seemed like so much more to me. She was showing her love for me. She was beautiful, like the sound of birds chirping in the early morning, like the waves crashing against the smooth sand. She was my everything, all i could ever ask for. Everyone called her Daffy because she loved daffodils. Our house was covered with them, paintings, couch cushions, even our bed sheets had daffodils on them. I never could really wrap my head around why she loved those silly flowers so much. But she loved them, and I love her, so I love them too.
We were sat in our newly bought house, a quaint cottage within the countryside. We were eating our breakfast, toast with butter and Darlas homemade raspberry jam, when all of a sudden she put her mug down on the coffee table and walked over to me. I could tell she was nervous, as she was fidgety and her breathing was irregular. "Hey, Lewis." she managed to muster out. "Do you know why i really love daffodils?" "No clue, how come Daf?" i replied, a confused look on my face. "Well, do you want to hear the story on why i love them so much?" "Of course i do." "Alright." It all started when i was a young kid. Daddy used to take us out to the fields to pick strawberries. We always rode in the back of his truck on the way back, so we could admire and take in the gorgeous scenery that was the countryside. The trees swaying in the breeze, the cool wind blowing past me, it felt like heaven. But the thing i loved most of all was seeing the daffodil fields on the way back. We had to go off-road to get home from the strawberry field, and we passed a couple farms and whatnot, but the daffodil field was one sight to behold. Then one day Daddy gave into my begging and pleading to go and pick some daffodils to take home and plant in our garden, so we could have our own daffodils to admire. I was so excited, I was squealing with joy. He stopped the truck and I got out and chose the freshest, most perfect daffodils to take home. We arrived home and Mom noticed i was holding a handful of daffodils. She picked one up and placed it behind my ear. I remember how big my grin was. She said 'I love you, Darla. You are my little daffodil. A ray of sunshine in a world of darkness.' and those words stuck with me. The next day, she was in a car accident. She didn't make it. Every saturday i go to place a bundle of daffodils by her grave. Even though i loved daffodils before that, they became my life. Every time i saw one i was reminded of Mum."
