Mari

One week to their birthday I fell ill. Eliza thought it was as a result of the stress or trauma we had gone through two months ago but it wasn't. I knew exactly why I felt down. It had to do with my heart. It was empty and it wanted it's owner back.

I got off from the bed where I was just resting and I walked to my drawer. I pulled open the third one and lifted some papers up. I saw it. The purple envelope with white flowers on it. Marigolds.

I smiled and pulled it out then closed the drawer. I sat on the floor and...