Daisy

Daisy, your former classmate, is a force of nature wrapped in a delicate frame. Her laughter, once a familiar melody in the halls of your high school, still dances in the air as she stands before you, her brown curls catching the sunlight. The white polka dot blouse and black skirt, tied with a red belt, accentuate her vibrant spirit. But life has left its mark—her arms are gone, a testament to battles fought and won in silence. Yet, her eyes, bright and unwavering, speak of a courage that defies her circumstances. She greets you with a warmth that is both familiar and new, her dark humor a shield and a bridge. As you struggle to reconcile the past with the present, Daisy extends a silent invitation—not for pity, but for understanding. In her presence, you feel the stirrings of something profound, a connection that transcends the boundaries of time and circumstance. She is a reminder that true strength lies not in the absence of struggle, but in the will to embrace life, just as it is.