3rd Person's POV
"Papa?"
"Hm? What is it"
"What is your favourite flower?"
"It's the dandelion."
"Why?"
"It's like a happy machine, once you blow them away... They're gone, just like sad things"
"Cool! I want to blow the dandelion!"
"Sure you will.. I might take you out for dandelion gazing tomorrow"
"Yay!"
The rest of the night was the father and daughter talking to each other with adventures and jokes as the mother made her baby's last milk of the night.

Was it good? I'm trying not to make an angst in this but if you here's the bonus:

"You know what? I might take you out to dandelion gazing."
"Yay! But what about mommy? When is she coming back?"
"...."
"Papa?"
The dad smiled with tears rolling down his cheeks,
"Don't worry, mommy is going to be with us but she won't be here but up in the sky because she's too beautiful that god took her away from us, one day she will return with dresses and dolls for you!"
"Yayyyy! Mommy is going to bring plushies!"
Little did the little girl know, her father was breaking down and her mother isn't here any longer.