Yesterday afternoon, M went on a walk with her dad around our neighborhood, leaving me preparing for class. Near five, she came into my office, her steps slow and deliberate, her hands cupping a tiny vase. I couldn't see what was inside. Her head dipped forward and she wore the barest of smiles on her face.

"Flowers for you, mama."

I chuckled a little because from my place at the desk, I couldn't see any flowers. I thought she was imagining them, I thought she saw a large bouquet, bursts of color spreading upwards, out. I said, in my most admiring voice, "How wonderful!"

When she got close to me, close enough so I could see her sweet hazel eyes, her heart-gripping smile, she handed me the vase. When I looked down, there were two daisies, floating in the water, the petals pressed against the porcelain, deep inside the well.

A truly beautiful bouquet.