Do not worry about us. We will be fine.
I will try not to worry about you.
I know I will survive.
This is not my first battle, you see.
I have enough fire in me to light up half the planet.
That’s why my sister calls me Snapdragon.
I would like to blame it on the PTSD, but it happened long before that.
Some day I will tell you that story.
If you want to see why I am the Flower,
visit my other blog floweralley.org.
Goodbye for now.