They lay on the blanket, enjoying the weather. Pam lazily picked a dandelion beside her, blowing the fluff into the air.
“You know those things are weeds, right?”
“They make wishes come true.”
“You made a wish? What was it?”
“If I tell you, it won’t come true!” She felt silly for believing in such a childhood fantasy, and didn’t want to admit that she dreamed of doing this with her own child someday. But that dream seemed so far away now, too much heartbreak and pain. She tried to hide her sadness, not wanting to ruin their peaceful afternoon.