"WHY did you let Hela pick the roses, MOMMY? What if her hand was pricked?"

"You're overly concerned, sweetie. Those roses don't have any thorns," her mother said.

"You have no idea. What if it has, and you just didn't notice?"

Zoe's mother burst out laughing. "I understand your apprehension, sweetie. I used to be like you. However, allow your child to enjoy the moment. If she likes flowers, so be it. Even if it means destroying everything, besides, we can replace them."

"You're spoiling her, Mommy. And it bothers me." She took the child in her arms and lifted her. She took the petals off her daughter's small hand....