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The Flower Girls

    Five year old Donna Milton was a beautiful girl with long brown hair 

and soft, mysterious green eyes.   She was wearing bright yellow 

overalls and a white T-shirt that had a picture of a smiling sun on the 

front. Her hair was set back in loose pigtails and her wispy bangs fell 

upon her milky white forehead. Her fingernails were painted with light 

yellow polish dotted with black specks. 

     ‘Donna darling, could you come and help me with the boxes please!’

     Donna was too busy picking flowers for her new room. She totally 

ignored her mom’s request to help unpack the boxes from the 

furniture truck. Donna’s parents had been very busy over the past few 

months with personal issues that made her feel so separated from 

their love and attention. Their decision to separate placed her in a 

world of solitude. 

     Donna was young and the understanding of her parents living in apart 

in separate parts of town was, at times so much to bear. She was too 

young to understand this unfortunate change in her young life.   Donna 

did not want to think of the subject.   For as long as she could 

remember her parents seem to be so very happy and her house was so 

alive with periodic laughter that felt like pure sunshine in her soul.

     Donna never once witnessed any arguments during her entire young 

life.   She could sense the change in her mom as she showed signs of 

tiredness. She was sweating and the intense heat of the sun on her 

sloppy head of hair made it look incredibly greasy and sunburned. Her 

mom’s eyes were a fabulous brown but they had become darkened 

under her eyes. Her face was red and her lips were pale looking. 

     She was under a lot of pressure at that time but she still managed 

to take time and occasionally look to her young beautiful daughter and 

smile.   Her mom grabbed the last box that was marked ‘Donna’s Room’ 

in large black capital letters.  

     ‘Come on honey, let’s go and see your new room’. 

     Donna’s mom had decorated her own room herself.   Donna rushed up 

the stairs and found a wooden door with brightly decorated letters 

which spelled ‘DONNA’S ROOM’. 

     She chuckled for it felt so special to own a room all her own. It was 

a place to escape to with every personal possession inside reminding 

her of special moments and items from the people who loved her.   She 

threw open the door to find a bright yellow room.   Her bed was in the 

far corner of the room under a window decorated with delicate sheer 

curtains.   A white quilt with the wonderful cross stitching of birds of 

beautiful colors covered the bed.

     The work and time her mom spent creating a lovely quilt made her 

feel so wonderful when she would crawl under the warmth of her 

mother’s love. The night stand had a lamp with the painting of a 

shimmering fish, a craft specially made from her very favorite book 

that her mother read to her many nights before she fell fast to sleep. 

      The floor was shiny with shellac and a beautifully patterned rug was 

in the middle of the floor.   On the other side of the room there was a 

long spacious window decorated with baby blue sheer curtains that 

danced with the summer breeze as it blew through the opened window.  

Lying on the floor right under the window was a beautiful purple vase 

with small flowers painted around the top that caught her eyes 

immediately. 

    The vase was the most beautiful shade of purple that Donna had 

ever seen.

     ‘I think the landlord left that vase for you because I told her that 

I had a young daughter’ said her mother. 

     Donna did not think that was what happened for she thought the 

vase was left in an unusual place.   Donna immediately noticed a strange 

design carved in the border that surrounded the bedroom floor.  

     It was the same identical looking flower that was painted on the 

vase.   Donna took the flowers that she had picked and carefully placed 

them in the vase. She laid the vase on her nightstand so that she could 

start unpacking her belongings from her boxes.   Her dresser was 

rather large.The drawers were stiff to pull out but eventually she was 

able to pull one of them out.  

     She stuffed her clothes into the drawers.   When she was all 

finished her room was beginning to look quite neat and tidy.   Donna 

pulled and tugged at the bottom drawer but when she eventually had 

opened it the dresser fell on top of her. She picked the dresser up 

carefully and examined it to make sure it was not damaged. She 

looked closer and noticed a small sliding door on the back of the 

drawer.   She opened it to find a key and a note. 

     It read ’To Whom Who May Find This Note.   Take this key and find 

the hole.   If you find this hole a secret you will discover and should 

never be told.   Remember ’NEVER TO BE TOLD TO ANYONE’ 

     Donna searched the room high and low in search of the secret 

keyhole. 

     ‘It must be here somewhere!’ she said. ‘I just can’t give up’.

     She tucked the key away under her bed and ran downstairs.   Donna’s 

mom was setting the supper table. 

    ‘So did you unpack all your boxes?’   Her mom asked.

     ‘Yes mom.   Most of them’ she replied. 

      At the supper table, Donna ate as fast as she could. She wanted to 

spend the rest of the night searching for more clues.  

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