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heavy, she headed to the dining room. From the hallway, the smell
of frying butter reached Daisy’s nostrils and filled her brain with
mouthwatering images of fluffy, warm goodness. Knowing what it
was, she bolted into the dining room and there it was- a hot, power-
sugared, blueberry flecked pancakes on a plate. Butter slides
slowly down the pancakes, leaving a yellow trail behind it. Warm
maple syrup is drizzled on them, covering them in a brown, thick
and sweet blanket. As quickly as lighting, Daisy finished her plate.

Daisy followed her usual morning routine. After she was
done, she decided to relax on the window seat in her room. Some
time had passed and Daisy found herself staring at the beautiful
garden outside the window. Her mind was full of memories of her,
her mom and sister. Every weekend during spring, her mom would
take her and her sister out to take a walk in the backyard where
they would plant flowers. They always felt satisfied watching their
little plant grow day by day. After months, one would grow into tiny
bloat floating in the green sea, dancing along with the soft breeze,
white petals surrounding its sunny core. Another would become a
round blood-drops. It’s petals stand out in the grass with the long,
thorny stem as fragile as glass.

For today, Daisy decided to take a walk down her memory
lane. She put on her cardigan, grabbed a book by the nightstands
and went out the back door to the backyard.

The air was filled with nostalgia. Each breeze carries the
sweet, old-fashioned aroma of roses with a mild earthy aroma of
daisies- the smell of her childhood spring. For every direction she
turned to, little scenes of her, her mom and sister played in her