"My rose is wilting," Diana murmured. She looked fearfully over the dark horizon; the days were darker than she'd ever daringly imagined. "I fear its death is close at hand now. And if it does die, it will prove that not all things can last forever.
my first real emory of eating "sweets". My eldest brother used to buy me a bag on his pay day. He was I was I used to play with a toy cooking set with them for hours, flattening them with a rolling pin. cutting them with a "knife" etc.