The Daisy:
A daisy I picked today unexpectedly took me straight back to a moment in the past. My son was about 2½ years old, wearing his little Kermit backpack. He stopped playing football with his dad to very "secretly" (and very obviously!) bring a daisy over to his mam. At the time, I had pink hair and was using my wheelchair. What I didn't know then was that this would be our last ordinary day before the hospital appointments started and before his cancer diagnosis changed our lives. Today, holding this daisy, I could feel the sunshine again. The wind. I could see him in his little blue top with his short hair, proudly handing me a flower and telling me he loved me. He's in remission now, healthy, happy, and somehow taller than me. But for a moment today, I got to step back into that memory and hold it again. Some flowers are just flowers. Others are time machines. πΌπ Sarah Wingfield KawaiiDollDecora.uk #ChildhoodMemories #CancerSurvivor #Remission #MotherAndSon #DaisyMe...
