The sun was merciless today. It was a challenge to keep her eyes open and even more so to put one foot in front of the other. Mama would be mad at her if she was late again but what could she do? Walking...

Margot hated flowers. They were always too pink, too yellow, artificially pumped full of color that everyone knew, deep inside, was an illusion. Flowers weren’t hardy enough to grow strong on their own,...