Snowdrop.

She arrived at the party a little early.

Feeling both meek and powerful.

Because she’d been here before.

Always the first to arrive and she prefered it that way.

The others would be here soon enough.

Rose, with her unashamed beauty on display. (She claimed to not have had any work done but the frequent name changes told a different story.)

Carnation in her cheap shoes, her sweet tenderness not always apparent on first meeting.

Gerbera, who’s kaleidoscopic wardrobe never failed to impress and reassure in equal measure. You always knew where you were with G.

And Daffodil, who’s arrival was frequently heralded by the sounds of laughter, her joke-telling being legendary.

Snowdrop sat quietly, providing hope, without expectation or demand.

Happy to be with all of her sisters once again.