“Oh, yes.” She brushed my hair over my shoulder and smiled. “You used to cry when Riley and Abigail played tag with the Sutter boys in the street. But you were too little to join, so he’d always bring you a peony from his mother’s garden whenever they were done. Those lovely pink ones in the backyard, all fluffy and soft. I wonder if they’re still there.”
Oh my god thats adorable
