What Kind of Flower am I?

"Mommy, what kind of flower am I?" she asked through widened eyes. "That, my dear, we will have to find out as you grow up. Every flower guardian grows differently."she smiled."Really mommy?" :Ten years later... "Mommy, I am so sorry. I've broken our promise. Please forgive me." she looked at the sky. "What kind of flower am I now?" she laughed bitterly."A wilted one, I'd think. "