Daisy

"Hey, Uma! Take a look at the daisies I picked!"

The short-haired girl with white dress came by the boy with a handful of daisies.

"Do you want me to make a crown with these daisies, Kayra?" said the charcoal-haired Uma.

"It would be just great!" said the girl as she clapped her hands. She was clearly happy.

As Uma was trying to tie the daisies, Kayra put her head to his shoulders.

"How'd you learn to do that?" the curious girl said.

"The janitor of foster home taught me." Uma explained. The past was surely dragging him to there.