Her History And Her Future

She walked among the red poppies, feeling the soft petals brush against her skin. She breathed in the fresh air, admiring the beauty of the field. She felt a surge of gratitude and love for her grandfather, who had fought and died on this very land. He had also sent them a picture of himself, smiling in his uniform, holding a red poppy in his hand.

She had never met him, but she felt a strong connection to him. She had inherited his blue eyes and curly hair. She whispered a prayer of thanks and kissed his cross gently. She felt a warm breeze caress her face, as if he was kissing her back.

She stood up and smiled, feeling his presence in her heart. She looked at the horizon, where the sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of red and orange. She felt a sense of peace and happiness.

She drove away from the field of red poppies, leaving behind a part of her history and her future.