As the girl finished her dad entered her room. "Do you remember how sometimes your mom and I talk about after you were born we went to buy a flowering tree... and there was only one left and it was small and split down the middle but we bought it anyway, and since then it has grown at least one flower on it all year long even during the coldest days of winter? I have said that it must be mixed up from being cracked in the middle but your mom says it is magic. I guess it shows that impossible things happen everyday." He gave his daughter the tiny pink blossom. "If you put it between two sheets of paper and cover it with a heavy book it will press flat for your memory album where you can keep it always."
Emma placed the flower on the character she drew, then covered it with another sheet of paper and laid a thick book on top. After the seven-year-old was ready for bed her mother hugged her and turned off the light. Emma looked over to where her drawing rested on the desk. "Goodnight Petals," she said.
Her room was dark but under the heavy book a glowing light grew stronger. The book began to shake. Bright light beams shot out between the two sheets of paper. Emma sat up in her bed. The book was thrown from the desk. A speeding figure burst from the paper. It bounced against the walls and came to rest on the footboard of the bed. Emma rubbed her eyes in awe. Petals was alive! The pink flower was stuck to her knobby hair. She held a paintbrush in her hand.
