“Dear, I’ve told you before. You are a sunflower. Sunflower’s can’t go up into the sky.”
“But Momma…why? I would shine ever so brightly on everyone.”
“You just can’t dear…but remember…you are MY sunshine…
…Don’t you spit your seeds at me young man!”
This little 50 word story is linked to week 66 of Saturday Centus. The prompt is in bold. To read other sunny offerings, just click here.