She gazed upon her birth name with curiosity. The simple shape, the butter yellow. She cocked her head tot eh side thinking, she was nothing like it. She was flamboyant, and bright and her father was always telling her how difficult she was. She had ventured from the tree to gaze upon this flower and she felt oddly empty. The bright colors all around her faded and her wings slightly drooped,Daisy turned to head back home disappointed.