Freewrite | Rose pedals

She was my little princess. With her big brown eyes and her acute voice, asking endless and keen questions, she was my whole world. I used to take her to the park on Sundays. Few moments I enjoyed more than watching her chase the pigeons; her ponytail waving and the sun rays dancing through the strands of hair.

Maybe I was too young to carry such a responsibility, taking care of an angel like her. Just a couple of minutes of distraction separated us irreversibly. I will never forgive myself for looking away. The memory of that day, her tiny shoes pushing the rose pedals of her brand new tricycle, will be my last thought.

^{Thank you, @mariannewest, for another #freewrite challenge. Today's prompt is rose pedals. To learn more and take part go here.}