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  • This was your very first daisy chain.

    You ran around picking only the tallest, most robust looking daisies. The one with the brightest, pinkest petal tip's was favoured above all others.

    The smile when you put it on could have lit up a room.

    You wore it all day and kept looking down at it, and touching it, and rearranging it so it sat 'just right'.

    When it was time to head home you took it off and laid it down on the pavement. You spent a lot of time adjusting it until you were satisfied it looked at it's best.

    "Are we not taking it home with us?" I asked.

    "No" you said, "we're going to leave it here so that another little girl can find it and enjoy it. They'll think the fairies left it for them."

    You kept looking over your shoulder, back towards the daisy chain as we walked away and I thought you'd maybe run back to get it, but as we turned the corner you said, "Nobody has found it yet. I wish we could stay longer and see how happy it makes someone feel"

    All you had to do was look up at my face and you'd have seen how happy it made someone feel.
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