She pressed them herself.
Growing up, I never knew the significance of them until one day I asked her the reason why she pressed flowers and why only peony petals.
She looked at me; her eyes softening and with it, it felt like the wrinkles around them somehow seems less visible.
“Every year on our anniversary. Your father gave me a bouquet of Peonies, they were the flowers I used in my bouquet at our wedding. I pressed a petal from our first year anniversary as a memory”
“So you pressed a petal for each anniversary you spent together?” I smiled; though having never met my father my heart still swelled with joy.
A sadness fell in my mothers expression and she shook her head “I started pressing them since the first anniversary I spent alone without him”