Excerpt from a family album

This is one of my favorite memories - a moment of pure bliss. I can remember it quite clearly. We were driving back from a neighboring village, my parents with my brother and I. We stopped by the road when we saw this poppy field. My mom wanted a poppy bouquet. I was picking the red flowers with her, tearing a short stem. My mom was telling me to pick them from the bottom, so they have a long stem. Of course, I was too young to understand the elegance of long-stemmed flowers; what was exciting to me was the corolla, with its priceless red silk and black center. She took two of my short-stemmed ones and placed them behind our ears. 
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