"A dollyflod spring is dessert after a Brussels sprouts winter!" That's what my Grans said every year as we planted dollyflods—what everyone else called daffodils. Some winters are a little more bitter than others, she said, but that just makes the spring all the more sweet.

In this short contemporary story from award-winning author Sarah M. Anderson, we're reminded that even in times of darkness and loss, there's still hope.

Content warning: This short story includes daffodils, the loss of a grandparent, and growing up.