Inside the home seven-year-old Karolyn drew at her desk. The girl traced her right hand and then placed her left hand over the drawing to trace it. Next she added eyes, a mouth, hands and feet. Karolyn traced a paintbrush over the character's hand as she asked her new friend, "Are you an artist too?"

As Karolyn finished coloring the drawing her dad came back in the house. "Do you remember how sometimes your mom and I talk about after you were born we went to buy a flowering tree... and there was only one left and it was small and split down the middle but we bought it anyway, and since then it has grown at least one flower on it all year long even during the coldest days of winter? I have said that it must be mixed up from being cracked in the middle but your mom says it is magic. I guess it shows that impossible things happen everyday." He gave his daughter the tiny pink blossom. "If you put it between two sheets of paper and cover it with a heavy book it will press flat for your memory album where you can keep it always."

Karolyn placed the flower on the character she drew, then covered it with another sheet of paper and laid a thick book on top. After the seven-year-old was ready for bed her mother hugged her and turned off the light. Karolyn looked over to where her drawing rested on the desk. "Goodnight Petals," she yawned.