"I didn’t realize it, but small drops of salty tears hit the glass, and I sighed, bitterly closing my eyes. My mother passed away when I was twelve, and it crashed our world. If he was the fast-paced graphic designer of a big-time advertising firm, my mother was the laid-back, nature-loving one, with all the time in the world. She was the first one to discover the clearing, my meadow; vividly, I remember the day she led me out to it.
There were so many dandelions, and sunflowers, and trees and such tall, tickling grass. It was warm, a day in May, the perfect spring season that year. She knelt down and explained to me that sunflowers were her favorite flower. 'They’re like the sun reaching down and growing in the earth, just for us to hold,' she said softly as she plucked one and handed it to me with a sweet smile. 'And dandelions are the flowers of dreams, wishes. God created them for us to wish into, and our wish will be released back to him.'" - from "WISHES"