A woman suddenly appears from a back door holding a bouquet of the prettiest yellow flowers in the entire world.
There was a tug at my heart as I remembered how much my mother loved yellow flowers. Saddened by the thought that I had only ever been able to give her flowers once in my life because I could never afford one.
The first and last time I managed to give her those beautiful yellow lilies she favored the most was at her funeral.
Now is not the time to hurt yourself with those memories, Suri.
When the woman placed the bouquet on the counter, she finally saw me and a smile immediately beamed up her face. “Hello, sweetheart. How may I help you?”
She had such a kind face and smile. She looked a little older than my mom, but her light brown hair braided up and the glow on her f
