I remember that day as vividly as I remember my wedding or my first kiss: it was after four hours of frolicking aimlessly through the angelically-colored flowers that I came upon the thing—and the person—that would change my life forever: The Yellow Daisy. My Susie. *** I remember distinctly the sea of white being suddenly and abruptly interrupted by a foreign thing, a misplaced color—something that didn’t quite belong. I looked closer. Sure enough, it was a daisy, but it was not like the other ones: this was a yellow daisy. Intrigued, I looked closer. “Who are you?” I inquired. “Oh!” I said.