Fio is still hard at work on the Ukrainian sunflowers and probably will be for a couple more days. She likes doing things like this, especially when it's for an important cause. If you're wondering how you too can make sunflowers, here goes--get hold of some yellow paper, cut it to the size sunflower you want, then fold it and cut it into an arc so you have a round shape, then cut up toward the core so you have petals, then open it up, add a round dark center, and--tadah! You have a sunflower! Um...going up and down the stepladder to tape the sunflowers in place is a little more risky.
Well, your girl did well on her daily piano lesson, but she needs to do even better to bring herself up to par. And she also needs to locate her old music theory books if she wants to do any more composing.
Remember that at Christmas time, Fio wrote a poem that challenged the world--or at least, her part of it? Well, what she's doing now is challenging not only the world but herself regarding her born-in gifts of music, art, languages, and literature. PS: The smile is free.😁
Son L reminded your girl that her latest doctor told her she would have to give herself some kind of injection from now on, which isn't going to happen. It you ever hear that Fiorella has committed suicide by any means, call the cops because Fio was was born averse to any form of hurting herself, even by minute finger prick.
It's probably time to take down the oak-leaf arrangement on your girl's bedroom door, but she isn't sure what to replace it with--maybe a cluster of fake Ukrainian sunflowers?
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