MacAnna
My mother's favourite. They were at every birthday, every Christmas, every anniversary. Beautiful and safe, I loved them too. Then they were at her funeral. No roses. No lilies. No orchids. Just daisies. I'm disgusted with myself for now loathing something we once shared.
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