It gave her the slightest hope. Outside their sweet home laid undulating hills that were covered with grass and Gerbera Daisies as far as the naked eye could see. For her early morning walks when the sun shone over her, Annabelle skipped by the hills to find the perfect flower. Right in front of her eyes, laid the most breathtaking daisy of them all. A full ten petal daisy beaming with a sunset yellow- red tall body standing tall captured her attention. She did not pick it, she appreciated it from a distance. On her way back from her walk, she could hear her mother call her name from a distance and the smell of her warm maypole syrup melting on the pancakes. She adored her mother's selflessness. Another day passed and another early morning walk was taken by Bella, a nickname that was given by her mother to her at a young age.
The daisy swayed through the blissful sun rays catching Annabelle's attention every single walk. But, on this particular morning, she noticed that her newly friend seemed a bit chilly. One petal had fallen off. Not only was the petal laying lifeless on the ground, but her mother began to cough harshly that same day. The flower was still healthy, for now, the veins were still running though the its tiny body as healthy as ever. Once again, she did not pick the flower as she wanted it to heal and look perfect once again on its own. That day when she returned home, she covered her lonely mother with a blanket where she had fallen asleep on the sofa for the third night in a row. On the this day, Annabelle at ease walked through the field humming as if she was a bee. When she reached her earthy friend, another petal had fallen off. Her head tilted towards the shining sky, maybe the flower will heal on its on, she hoped. The same pattern repeated over and over again to her not so special daisy anymore. Petal by petal had fallen off and laid helplessly on the ground. The coughs grew gotten worse as well. She was standing close enough to the living room window, where her eyes met her mother's weak body swinging on the rocking chair and knitting her a sweater for the upcoming winter. Blue was no longer the only color she had known but grey dusky skies were.
Her morning trail began to look like snowcapped stormy hills and the her daisy laying fully naked. All of the petals had shaken off its body. She laid down near where the once daisy was planted and began to pray. Her brown hair camouflaged the ground when she laid down and reminisced how the shimmering easy blue skies once were, and when her mother was healthy as she remembered in her childhood. But, instead the sky began to rain. All the way from the field she her mother cough's echoed the loudest this time. She rose her shaky feet and ran towards her mother where she expected her to be sitting on the rocking chair. But, on this day when she reached the living room, the rocking chair was silent and only grief filled the room's air. Annabelle picked up her newly finished sweater and put it on her pale body so she could be warm for the upcoming winter.