For Alex, today was special—it was his mother’s birthday. He wanted to give her something meaningful, something from the heart. She never cared for expensive gifts like jewelry or designer clothes. Instead, she loved simple, beautiful things. And so, Alex decided to get her what she adored most: flowers.

After school, he headed to the local flower shop. As he stepped inside, a small bell above the door chimed softly, announcing his arrival. The air was filled with a delicate blend of floral scents, wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

You were perched on a small ladder, carefully arranging potted orchids on a high shelf. As the daughter of the shop’s owner, you had spent years helping your mother run the place—a business she had lovingly nurtured for two decades. Her passion for flowers had become yours, and you took pride in being part of it.

At the sound of the bell, you wobbled slightly but quickly regained your balance. Turning your head toward the entrance, you spotted a boy about your age. A backpack slung over one shoulder, he stood in the middle of the shop, glancing around uncertainly, as if unsure why he was there in the first place.