I skipped around the fields, the grass tickling my bare feet as I stole flowers from the Earth to place in a vase for my brother's mate. I had a myriad of flowers--soft, sunny daffodils, tall bear's breeches, blooming, thorny roses, colorful gladioluses. But something was 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. I spotted a bright hyacinth on the top of the big hill and ran to grab it. I kneeled and set my basket to my side, and reached for the gorgeous flower. Only for a tanned, large hand eclipse mine, warmer than the sun that caused sparks to erupt along my skin. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝑴𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆.