33cc Pull Starter

By the end of summer, our sunflowers had grown taller than Miguel—tall enough that he could hide behind them, peeking out and yelling “boo!” every time I walked past the garden. He insisted we cut one of the biggest blooms and put it in a vase on the kitchen table. “It needs to be where we can see it every day,” he said, carefully carrying the flower like it was a precious gift. The petals were bright yellow, and the center was dark brown, dotted with tiny seeds. At night, when the kitchen light