It died last week and I threw it away. Ten to fifteen minutes later she showed up again with another flower.
Then she did it again yesterday.
Turns out her name is Natalie and she is three and a half years old.
You don't understand, her mom said, I have to wait for her to find exactly the right flower before we can even come to the library.
I'm not going to take a picture of a stranger's kid, that's just creepy. So imagine the most adorable, melt your heart with a smile little girl and you'll have an idea of what I am talking about.
It's an amazing thing, this life of mine.