She went to the florist shop, smells the flowers as her favorite thing.
"Can I help, Miss?"
"Uhm, pick a perfect flower for me, Mr."
"What about this?"
"I'm sorry, Dandelion? but why?"
"I don't know, I think this is the perfect flower for you. Dandelion can goes wherever and whenever it wants. It does not need anybody just like you. I see that you are a very independent woman."
It hits her right. Now she knows what to do.
To live free.
As a Dandelion does.