Hushed Willows You need to let yourself be happy.

He looked at her for a brief moment then his attention went back to where the butterfly was. She kept thinking however, then he asked her what she liked and she said the first thing that came into her little head. Her gaze went from the butterfly and then looked back at him. “Berry? My dad showed me edible ones from a bush the other day. I like those.” But was berry the right name? She could only wait and see what he thought of her name suggestion. Although it sounded goofy in her mind.