The Lavender Man 

My sister's name is Alex. I don't have many memories of her as a child, but I have a very happy one; one I will never forget. As a small girl, she had a love for fairy tales, happy endings, unicorns and flowers- and in her case, especially flowers. We were walking back from the market one day, when she saw a man selling flowers at his stall. Roses, lilies, sunflowers, poppies and lavender. She stopped and started at the display in awe and nothing and no one could move her. The stall owner noticed her staring, so he came round with a bunch of lavender and told her every princess deserved a bouquet of flowers. She smiled so wide and hugged the man so tightly. From that day on she treasured that bouquet of flowers. Unfortunately after a certain incident, the flowers turned to ash. 

I don't have many other memories of my sister. I remember her being slim and tall for her age. Her eyes, hair and skin are much like mine, except I remember my mother used to plait her hair. Alex would squirm in the chair and tell her that she was a 'big girl' and she didn't need any help. Family was my life and when we were split up, I felt like my life was over.

  Unfortunately my sister was the last person he sold lavender to.