The Sunflower

“Don’t cut those!” Clara paused. She held a pair of scissors in her right hand, and a colorful bouquet of flowers in her left. One more flower would make the bouquet complete. Especially one of those sunflowers. She looked back to see if her mother was still watching. “But Mom, these are the best and biggest ones!” Clara exclaimed. Clara’s mother had been happy to let Clara cut a bunch of flowers for Grandmother, but suddenly these huge yellow blooms were not allowed to be part of it. Mother...