Imagine your 7 years old self, drinking warm milk from your favourite cup, cuddled up to your older and wiser self on a very cold winter night. If this scenario had pages, “Sunshine, daisies” would be the book. Some poems and pieces are intense and eyebrow-knitting, some of them are pleasant imageries and notes to our younger selves and some are letters one can only dream of being delivered . To be specific, “Sunshine, daisies” is your comfort book.