Lilly’s flowers

Lilly is a neighbor. She is six but has a very mature understanding of life and “things”.

“My mommy said that some things in life are like the flowers at home. They are so pretty when you take them from the florist’s shop but it’s so wrong to believe they will stay like that on their own. If you don’t water them regularly, they will wither and die.”

“What if you plant them back in the fields and let the rain take care of them?”

She frowned.

“Well, but then they will not be yours any more, will they?”