Sunshine of My Love

The apartment I live in oversees the roof of another apartment. With this advantage, my apartment gets a bright yellow luminescence every morning. The luminescence always reminds me of the sunflowers my parents used to grow in our little garden. For the past three years, I have always enjoy the gleaming bright amorous sun. This summer, something magical happened. The dazzling tender sun granted me the key to the world of sunflowers.

For some unknown reasons, on the eve of summer, I found myself obediently tucking my alarm clock in the closet. Tired from work, I fell asleep immediately. At the height of dawn... I could feel the sunflower petals gently caressing my face.Semi-consciously, I could hear the flowers articulating in a smooth singsong manner,

"We're large ones and small ones, 

Some dainty and fair,

And even some delicate to wear in your hair.

Come join us, my child, and joyous you'll be!

Leave your work behind and follow the sun,

Swaying slowly without a care,

Gently hold onto our leaves, allow us to lead the way,

One step at a time and you won't feel lost."

Someone knocked on my door, waking a very drowsy me. The knock persisted for abit so I hurriedly wore my over-sized furry slippers and drag my heavy self to the door, wandering who on earth will knock on my door at 7 in the morning. Once I opened the door, I was faced with a young delivery boy who was holding a bouquet of showy, sturdy, magnificent blooms of sunflowers. He looked nervous I could tell.

"Sorry to wake you up." He said.

" I am supposed to deliver this to you before 7:30." He continued.

" Don't worry," I assured him. By now, I am wide awake and curious to know who had send me the flowers. I tipped him and opened the card attached to the basket.

"One step at a time and you won't feel lost. Loved, mom."

I smiled. Suddenly, I don't feel so lonely living in New York City anymore. One step at a time. That's how I am going to start my day. Glancing at the clock. 7:30. Darn! I am going to be late for work if I don't get dress! So much for one step at a time...

Daffine, the Yellow Daffodil

My mother disapproves of my friendship with Pin, the Wild Pigeon. For some unknown reason, she gets suspicious when animals or rodents show up around us. I tried explaining that Pin is a bird not an animal but the result is always the same. She never listens.

The only visitors she welcomes are the bees. I love it when Jacob, the honey bee visits. He is a hard worker and a handsome honorable bee too! Throughout every morning, he always asks before he takes my pollen.
"Hello, Daffine," greets the bowing Jacob. "Do you have any pollen for me to carry to another Daffodil?"
"Yes, I do," I say shyly, " and there is some spare for you to make into honey."
"Thank you," glows Jacob, and with that, buzzes off to my other siblings.

I am Daffine, a member of Daffodils. Like my mother, I grew up in a pot. I know we are beautiful flowers but every now and then, I secretly wish I have orange or white pigments on me. Sometimes when I am in a lousy mood, usually after arguing with my mom, I feel more like a sour lemon than a yellow flower. I get into petty arguments with my mother occasionally but still love her dearly. She is the best mother I could have. She is always there for me and always reminding me to stand tall even though I am the shortest bulb among my siblings.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze, pleasing the human eyes, we are one of the early bloomers in spring; signifying the end of a frigid winter. Like every other year, the humans are going to paint the whole garden and town with yellow balloons, yellow crepe paper, and of course, more yellow Daffodils! I cannot wait to see my fellow mates sprouting from every window, bonnet, lapel, clam bucket and wheel barrow.