“It looks so nice out today!” she said softly, glancing out the window and slightly covering her eyes from the beautifully blinding sunlight, a smile spreading across her face. Her ginger-colored hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and her bangs fell perfectly on her forehead. She looked around the building with a delighted smile, knowing that her flowers would be able to appreciate the sunlight today.

This once-abandoned building, given to her by a stranger, seemed almost unrecognizable to her. Sometimes, she thought about the old man and wondered if he was okay. She hoped he would come back for the building, but she also wanted him to see that it could become something special—even if it was just her own delusion.

Thanks to a discount on seeds at her local grocery store, she had transformed the building into her own little greenhouse, filled with a variety of colorful flowers that were slowly beginning to sprout.

I often find myself feeling a deeper connection with flowers than with my own family. There is a sense that they truly understand me, as if they can perceive the essence of my being. I wish my family could grasp my feelings and perspectives in the same way.I often find that I feel a deeper connection with flowers than with my own family. There’s something about them that seems to understand me on a profound level, as if they can sense the essence of who I am. I sometimes wish my family could see and understand my feelings and perspectives in the same way—I believe it would bring us closer together.

Lost in a maze of contemplation, she was startled by the unexpected chime of a bell, echoing from a place she had never noticed above the door. As she turned, her gaze fell upon a strikingly tall and handsome man, adorned in a plaid flannel and a traditionally fitted red shirt, his straight trousers complementing his polished appearance. His hair, slicked back with meticulous care, hinted at a refined taste, especially evident in his expensive shoes. A unique fragrance enveloped him, an allure that captivated her senses in ways she had never experienced before, as their eyes locked in a moment of unspoken connection.

Isn’t she a little too young to have her own department store?...Whatever

“Excuse me, ma’am!” His voice rang out with urgency, a clarion call amidst the chaos. As he gazed upon her, an ineffable charm enveloped her, a delicate essence that transcended mere words; she appeared fragile and gentle, like a rare blossom unfurling in the dawn. He continued, “I am searching for a flower for my wife.”

She paused, words caught in her throat as he drew near, each step echoing in her mind like a scene unfolding in slow motion. Her heart raced, and a fog enveloped her thoughts; anxiety wrapped around her like a vine. How could she convey to this man that this was a greenhouse, a sanctuary for her beloved plants, not merely a building for commerce? To her, they were family, and the thought of uprooting them for another's satisfaction felt utterly unthinkable.

"Pardon me, dear lady, but do you possess this particular bloom?" He inquired, presenting her with an image gleaned from the enchanted search engine of his cell phone._

The phone appears to be the latest high-end model.

How can people afford that? Is he rich? I wonder what kind of job he has?

"Well, do you?" he inquired, and this time, his words ensnared her focus.

She emerged from her reverie and gazed intently at the photograph. "Ah, those are the Galanthus nivalis! How fortunate you are; they herald the arrival of spring's bloom," she remarked, her eyes sparkling at the sight of the delicate white petals adorned with greenish inners. When gathered in lush clusters, their fragrance creates a delightful symphony. Her gaze then fell upon the wedding band adorning his finger. "Your wife will surely adore these," she said, her smile warm and inviting.

“I seek these blossoms far and wide among the vibrant shops across the land. My heart brims with gratitude for discovering you!”

As he flipped open his well-worn wallet, his fingers brushed against a cherished photograph—one that captured a radiant moment from his wedding day with his beloved wife. The image transported him back in time, and a wave of nostalgia washed over him, warming his heart. Lost in his memories, he soon found himself sharing a conversation with a stranger, bonding over their mutual affection for flowers.

“Dam Bi calls them snowdrop flowers,” he said, a bittersweet smile creasing his lips. “I know it may sound silly, but when you gaze up at the winter sky, watching the delicate snowflakes dance down, it really does resemble those flowers.” He inhaled deeply, allowing the crisp air to fill his lungs as his gaze drifted to the cherry blossom trees swaying gently in the breeze, their pink petals fluttering down like soft whispers.

“I love her with all my heart,” he continued, the weight of his words heavy with emotion. “Yet right now, Dam Bi is making it incredibly difficult for the doctors by refusing treatment. She cherishes spring, reveling in the beauty of flowers as they bloom in vibrant colors during this season. It breaks my heart to see her in the hospital, longing for the outdoors, where everything is alive and flourishing.” His voice trembled, infused with heartache as he fought to hold back tears, the love he felt for her almost tangible in the air around him.

She struggled to find the right words as he unloaded a heavy burden onto her shoulders, leaving her feeling uncomfortable and uncertain about how to respond. The gravity of his situation hung in the air, and she could see the strain etched across his face. In an effort to lighten the mood, she offered him a bright smile, which, to him, must have shimmered like a beacon amidst his troubles.

As she assured him that there was no need to worry about payment and that she would take care of everything, she saw a flicker of relief pass through his eyes. He slowly walked away, and in a moment of inspiration, she called out after him, hoping to lift his spirits. “Don’t give up hope!” she shouted, her voice warm and encouraging.

She felt a sense of empathy swell within her for the woman who had drawn his concern. She thought to herself how fortunate that woman was to have such a caring and loving husband by her side. “I pray she recovers quickly!” she mused silently, wishing with all her heart that this was merely a minor setback in their lives. “I hope the two of you find joy together for years to come.”

" Thank you for your kindness.”