"Hey Armin? Remember when we met?"
"Yeah, you fought off a boy twice your size. Then you brought me a flower."
"Do you remember what kind of flower?"
"Just a little white daisy you had in your dress pocket if I remember correctly."
He remembered clearly in fact, how could he forget? You were used to the fights but no good with other kids crying, so you gave him the daisy you picked earlier that day, it was withering like the innocence of childhood, but still pure. He smiled, but it was a sad smile so you thought maybe if he could have a whole bunch of daisies he would be genuinely happy, so you pulled him by his thin wrist all the way to your secret place. A place where the daisies grew wild and in clusters and patches like a white quilt spread over the hill. It looked like snow, but it was a mid July evening, the fireflies floating upwards toward the lone tree.
"Daisies always make me happy, normally I don't let boys up here but this is a special occasion."
And so you had claimed the