People say I’m mature for my age. I wish Natalie could see that.

She looks so beautiful sitting out in the field picking dandelions. Her snooty friend Tara yelled at her once saying she was “killing the flowers.” Natalie with all her grace, politely said, “Silly, they’re weeds. I’m helping!” Tara stuck her pointy nose in the air and walked over to the swing set. Tara wasn’t cute at all.

The slight wind made Natalie’s hair tickle her face. She giggled in response. I knew she was making a dandelion crown, she liked to do that when the sun was shining. My “active imagination,” at least that’s what my mom calls it, allowed me to picture little fairy wings on her back.