She said it could live up to ninety years, only blooming once after sixty years, and she admired the flower's strong vitality.
Sadly, she could only look at pictures of it online. She said the knitted sunflowers others made were beautiful, and how she wished someone could knit a bunch of silverswords for her.
So, I spent days and nights learning how to knit by hand.
I failed countless times, and my fingers were covered with blisters before I finally made it.
My daughter loved hugging it when she slept.
She said she wanted to be as strong as it and to bloom brilliantly in her life.
My daughter was only six years old; she was so adorable and sensible.
But fate played a cruel joke on us.
On the night of her birthday, she was eagerly looking forward to her dad coming to the hospital to celebrate with her. But in her excitement, she accidentally cut her arm on the corner of the cake box, and the bleeding wouldn't stop. She was rushed into the emergency room.
To prevent her from bumping into things, I meticulously covered every corner of the tables, chairs, bed, and walls.
Despite all the precautions, I still overlooked the cake box that Tom had sent.
The doctor shook his head and said her blood clotting was extremely abnormal; they did their best.
In her final moments, she struggled to ask, "Mom, has Dad arrived?"
I hate Tom.
This knitted silver chrysanthemum was my daughter's keepsake. I would never give it to his first love, let alone use it as a toy for a dog. He was simply dreaming!
Tom was infuriated by my attitude and rushed over to snatch the knitted silver chrysanthemum from my arms.
"Amber, don't push your luck!"
But I hadn't rested well in days, and I couldn't match his strength.
I saw the knitted silver chrysanthemum slipping out of my hands.
I bit down hard on the back of his hand.
"Are you crazy? Is it worth it for a mere object?"
The pain made him release the knitted flower, but he immediately slapped me across the face.
Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, and I almost lost my balance from the blow.
Seeing the slap mark on my face, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
But he quickly furrowed his brows and said, "Amber, this is what you owe River. I'm just paying it back for her."
River, seeing how fiercely I was protecting the knitted silver chrysanthemum, said, "Tom, I only want that flower. Don't hurt Amber for my sake."