Pressed Memories

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”

– Fatma


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