My Contribution to Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers community.
I didn’t have the heart to tell my daughter that when she buried her gummy worm in the ground nothing would grow. The autumn air was cold, stinging her cheeks as she stumbled on the ground. She giggled profusely when she set the acorn on top of it to keep the worm warm. I’d already seen her cartoon drawings of the grown up thing; a multi-colored bird with a lopsided grin. I couldn’t tell her. I wanted her to keep every precious moment of child wonder that she could. “C’mon, let’s go get hot-cocoa,” I said while taking her hand.