With the enchanted pink and red poppies in hand, and a peck from her mother, she heads straight for me; nearly dragging her father, mind you. And when her eyes catch mine, I no longer try to keep the moisture in my eyes from escaping. Because goddamn it. I’m so fucking lucky to have her. She looks like a goddess from a far-off nation, or perhaps an angel from the heavens- no like the only bit or starlight shining in a pitch-black sky. Shining brightly to lead her dragon home, to her.