A flower pot breakfast

A flower pot breakfast

Looks like the big one's 10 years old. The moment the birthday candle was lit, through warm candles, I was struck by the loss of childishness on the faces of big girls and by the slight appearance of young girls' youth and beauty. My girl, she's grown up like a little flower. This perception has left me with a strange sense of sadness, while at the same time adding to my family the joy and pride of a young woman. Maybe every mother, in the face of her daughter's growth, has this complex mood. -Today's breakfast, I'll make a flower for the girls, and I want my baby to grow up like a flower