...he loves me, he loves me not. A daisy. Plucking the petals off one by one to decide my fate with a boy. I think I used to cheat at the game. I could see as I got toward the end of the flower hue...how many I was going to have to plug...pluck to be left with "he loves me." The hue of the flower would be gone, but I wanted my heart to be plugged with his oVe...lOVe. It was a childhood game, but it was important. It was part of the hopes and dreams. The same ones that were thought of as the little dancing ballerina twirled around on her wedding day... Peace and the ending of the first part of the EcarreT series. A world where everyone cares. Remember, you will go back to Chapel Street to CY there may just be things that cannot be explained. From there we will go to Rosa Lee Lane. A street where everyone cares. Why do I still have to write it in a fiction fantasy world?