Dandelions...

I was this little kid with baby fats at my cheeks and two ponytails,
Running on the playground fields.
Big old trees shaded the pathways, children swinging on swings and others would be on the slides.
There would be hills that look steep and sceneful then.
When I sat at the top, I lay down on the grass and stared at the blue sky.

She has this fasination with dandelions.
A white round ball, fragile and light.
With a small breeze, the tiny white fluffy umbrellas floated in the wind.
Like all her friends that dispore throughout this vast world. Never knowing what the future holds.
Holding in the overwhelming love for them, she knows they have a purpose.
For studies, a career, family and personal reasons.
They would grow to be a better person, have a good life - a path to self discovery.
Distance test the ties of friendship, the power of love and independence.

Like dandelions, the wind brings its seed to the unknown world and later placing it in a field to grow, hoping to survive.
Its endurance are tested.
How far can you go?