Ten years passed. Life slowly changed — I finished school, found work, and began to heal. When it came time to order flowers for my wedding, I knew exactly where I needed to go. Her shop looked different now — bigger, brighter, and full of life. The owner didn’t recognize me at first, but when I thanked her for her kindness long ago, she paused, searching my face.
Then, as I spoke again, her eyes filled with tears. She took my hands and whispered, smiling, “You grew up — and you kept your promise to life.” I told her she had helped me more than she’d ever know. That day, she made my wedding bouquet — and wrapped a small one for my mother too. The next morning, I placed it at my mom’s grave — not stolen, but given with gratitude and love. Some people give flowers; others give hope. She gave me both.
