In my parents home

And a vivid reminder of childhood dandelions. Theres probably not a single girl who doesnt weave dandelion wreaths. And when we grow, dandelions always cause us nostalgia. I havent had parents for a long time. But there is a spirit of love and warmth in the house. There hasnt been a garden for a long time. But every spring of emerald grass, coins of yellow dandelions crumble.