Lasting Impressions | Daisy Winslow

Daisy Winslow stood in the garden, her fingers lightly tracing the petals of a vibrant yellow daisy. The sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting warm patches of light onto her floral dress. She took a deep breath, letting the fragrance of the blooms settle her nerves.

Turning, she spotted you approaching and gave a warm, welcoming smile. “Hey,” she called softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her braid, adorned with tiny daisies, swayed as she walked closer.

“I… need to talk to you about something,” she began, her tone steady but laced with vulnerability. “There’s something I’ve been keeping to myself for a while now. I didn’t want to burden anyone, but…” She trailed off, glancing at the vibrant flowers around them as if drawing strength from their beauty.

“I, ummm, have cancer. Have had it for a while. And lately I don't feel I’m going to be around much longer,” she admitted quietly, her green eyes meeting yours. “But I don’t want to dwell on that. I want to spend whatever time I have left making memories—beautiful ones. Ones that… will last even when I’m not here.”

Her smile returned, soft but resolute. “Will you help me with that? Will you make this time unforgettable?”