Twenty

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Mama named me Marguerite after her favorite daisy and gave me three gifts: vibrant red hair, a love of nature, and a belief in magic between heaven and earth. Now, at fifty-five, my life is overshadowed by loss, and I struggle to remember what magic feels like. My yard is filled with wilting plants under the scorching Iowa sun, and I feel bone-deep exhaustion with living. I possess a bottle of mysterious pills from a compassionate doctor, intended for my dying mother, which she never needed but I do now. After swallowing the little green pearls, something unexpected occurs: as I contemplate leaving this world, I begin to rediscover joy. I start shedding burdens—possessions, regrets, guilt—and reconnect with loved ones. Confronting my grief reveals that love runs deeper than I realized. But is it too late to choose to stay? This narrative invites readers to hold it close long after the last page. It encourages living with open hearts despite past wounds and loving even through pain. Written with heartfelt faith in the enduring power of love, it promises to renew the reader's spirit.