A Short Mother's Day Story

I woke up this morning with the warmth of the sun compellingly shooing my cold dew cover for the night. Only to be picked ever so gently by a young bipod-walking, longhaired, infant fondly called by her mother "Missy." I guess it's that day again when my master is given praise to her invaluable contribution to the world.

I still haven’t got all my red petals opened though. I'm only halfway finished blooming unlike my fellow flowers in my master's bed of roses. But, I guess my unassuming bud is the reason Missy chose me among my peers also. Luckily I put on my scent last night. I was elated when my master praised my sweet smell when Missy gave me to her and uttered the words 'happy mothers day'.

Although I would have loved to be around my peers longer, but the joy I saw in my master's face when she held me and eagerly inhaled all the scent I can give shooed my separation anxieties away. And, I didn’t mind my new abode also. Now, I'm in this fine crystal vessel together with my new friends. They look different than me, but I don't mind because they make me feel welcomed and loved. After all, I think I'm my master's most favorite since she artistically fashioned me at the middle of them all. I realized I just became the queen of all the mothers day flowers my master received in bundles today.