I regret it. I regret ever leaving her. Weeks and weeks of trying to persuade my parents to come back but, my persuading wasn't good enough. I'll never forget her stained, pink, puffy eyes. I just knew she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the night before and that thought only caused me to become more angry at myself. Angry for not being there with her. . . But now . . I'm on a mission. I'm stronger. I'm smarter. And I will not rest peacefully until I find my beautiful flower again.