Lily through the Ages
It was the thirtieth of January in the year 1960.
Rose lay on the hospital bed, exhausted. It had been hard work but now her husband Dean took a beautifully screaming baby from the doctor. He held her tenderly and showed Rose.
'That's a very healthy girl you have there Mrs. Evans, you have no need to worry,' the doctor said soothingly as the girl quieted. Rose and Dean relaxed, their first daughter Petunia had been a sickly child with who had to be incubated after she was born.
'What shall we call her?'
Rose was barely listening to her husband's question as she gazed mesmerized at her baby's face. The baby was sleepy, but Rose could have sworn she smiled before letting her eyes fall closed.
'I think that she is another flower.' Dean said. 'Another one of my two special flowers!'
Looking up at a bunch of flowers in the vase on the table in the corner of the room and back at her newborn child's flawless skin, that was as white and smooth as the petals, she new what her daughter's name was.
'Lily?' Her husband was surprised. 'She has my red hair; she looks to wild to be called Lily!'
Rose shook her head, unfazed. 'Lillies are special.'
