A pink flower looked up at me and it reminded me of my father he went insane because of flowers he enjoyed them too much .As I'd looked at the pink flower it seemed to smile at me .But flowers don't smile or do they ? I tried to resist but couldn't .

I had the impulse too pick it up but took a deep breath .It still smiled at me I'd then heard a scream and look around ,' Why did you pick me ? ' a voice ask. I then started too look around and saw no one,the voice seem to come from the flower .

' You talk to me ? '

I was wondering if I had the same traits as my father I hoped not ,but I was talking to a flower. then I was hoping or  glad no one was around too see me and then I think I was beginning to act like my father and I hope not .

' I'm sorry I picked you you want me put you back ? '

' No just put me in a vase and get me away from here and  I don't like my next door neighbours at all .' I think I then I thought I understood and my father had three children but always talk about his daughter or other son who became President he never talked about me .

' Why not ? '

' Look they're daisies everyone loves them ,your the first person that pick me .' I'd understood and then I took the flower home with me .