Bring a rake, for instance. And then, as if to gather the heaps of fallen blossoms without scraping off the cover of wet blue moss. And if a raccoon or something should come instead, and kill and eat my mother with her messy, salt-and-pepper hair, I couldn’t possibly imagine my young and beautiful mother disappearing. Because if it was a flower that we fought over, we would grow bored of it in about two or three days.