Willow was in her front yard, tending to her plants. She didn't care if her shorts were getting dirt on them, she was just happy planting her plants- it was her special talent

"Hey, Daffi" she smiled at the little Daffodil she planted- she heard somewhere talking to plants worked, and she fully believed it. She poured a little water on it, smiling to herself- she thought daffodils were some of the prettiest plants to exist, even if they were called 'weeds'. Weeds are unwanted things. Her daffodils were wanted

"Willow, Dinner!" One of her dad's, Gilbert called from inside

"Coming!" She called back

"Bye Daffi" she smiled, gently patting the flowers and then brushing the dirt off her knees, and rushing inside