"She could change into anything she wanted, a butterfly, a bat or even a bulldog depending on her mood, which was really happy or sad. But whether happy or sad, she was always pretty. Pretty like a daffodil, which she could not change into no matter how hard she tried. But she didn't need to, because daffodils were only one colour, golden yellow, and she was all the colours of the garden. She may have been something to ordinary people out there, even her own parents. But to me she was my everything."