Dandelions Are Flowers Too

And there I was. A little girl, once again. Standing in an open field, full of dandelions. The light breeze felt like a mother's kiss on my cheek. The wind whispered to me, as I ran my fingers through the weeds. She tells me to run with the flowers and grow with the Sun. These weeds were not just weeds, but to me they were beautiful, pure flowers. I went to pick one, and then I quickly began to pick another.