Golden Flowers.

They seem to be everywhere… The hole in the living room floor pushing up with rich crops of yellow buds.

I remember a long time ago; or at least what feels like a long time…

The hospital could not supply my medication for an extra couple of weeks. It was down to the last pill when we found out.

I was moved under careful watch at the hospital every night until I could receive more medication.

I cursed God for this.

Why had he caused me so much pain? My father had always told me that God was merciful but…

He lied.

If God had mercy, my lungs would function without the use of medication. I would be able to attend school. I could live.

But he’s not, and here I was, laying in this hospital bed, surrounded by doctors and nurses, day and night. Nothing to comfort me besides my bear.

Each day, an anonymous gift would arrive in my room. Nobody knew who it was from, but for two whole weeks, they came. 1PM each day. Every day.

A vase of golden flowers.

Never any note attached. Never a hint as to who had sent them.

They simply came each day.

Trying to provide me with hope.

Every time they arrived, my bear seemed warmer. And he seemed to smile with his eyes.

I know it’s not possible, but I like to imagine that he had sent them somehow. After all, he is my best friend.