“Daisy! Did you get the daffodils?” Jodie called out to her six year old daughter.
There was no reply.
Jodie walked out into the backyard and saw Daisy in a pool of blood near the daffodils, the petals sprinkled with droplets of red.
After the funeral, Jodie furiously wrenched out all the flowers from the garden and refused to plant any more.
Jodie’s face was contorted with rage when her husband came down the stairs.
“I was just at Daisy’s grave…I told you I didn’t want any daffodils there! I told you!”
“I know dear, but they were her favourite, I just wanted to….”
“Don’t you get it? If I hadn’t planted those….if I hadn’t asked her to….”
Jodie broke down and Jack held her gently.
“It’s not your fault,” he whispered. “It was an accident, she slipped.”
Trembling, Jodie sobbed quietly into his shoulder.
A few days later, Jodie placed a bunch of daffodils at Daisy’s grave.
“Sorry sweetheart, I should have brought them earlier, I know how much you loved them.”
Tears trickled down her face.
“I’m sure she’d like to see the garden blooming with flowers again as well,” said Jack, squeezing her hand.