[Laura woke up to a room filled with sunflowers. As strange as it was, she embraced it. Sunflowers were on the top of a long list of favorite flowers. It added color to her room, made her smile more than usual. Then she stepped into the bathroom to find one of the flowers growing from her head like some strange Dr. Seuss character. After a few attempts of pulling it out, something that hurt more than she could have possibly imagine, Laura decided to just own it and went on with her morning routine.
After breakfast, she called her mother to ask if she got the gift and the card. Then they talked about everything and anything, trying to avoid the one dark cloud on the otherwise great day. It wasn't the first Mother's Day without him, but it was the first one where she wasn't going to be able to visit and place a few flowers next to his small gravestone. Milestones like these were always hard.
When they were finished, Laura took a photograph from her dresser and zigzagged through the sunflowers to sit on her bed. The photograph was framed in simple black, the colors coming from the green and white striped clothing and the circus animal blanket behind him. This was the only picture of her child she brought with her. It wasn't to be cruel or try to forget the past. She just knew she would keep pulling the rest of them out, agonizing over every moment, kicking herself for not realizing something was wrong until it was too late. The baby boy surrounded by the colors stared back up at her with his big blue eyes, his lips turned upward, an almost smirk that reminded her of his father. He looked happy to see her. As always. She smiled back, brushing the non-existent dust from his face with her thumb.
It was there she sat for a while, remembering Michael and wondering if Demeter's children were around or if they were even born yet and if they'd want to be a part of her life.]