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This morning feels extra special. It's Mother's Day. Dad takes my hand. "I think it's time we find the perfect flowers for Mom."
For Mom

For every mom whose love blooms in a thousand quiet ways.

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This morning feels extra special. It's Mother's Day. Dad takes my hand. "I think it's time we find the perfect flowers for Mom."

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When we walk into the flower shop, there are flowers everywhere. Big ones. Tiny ones. Bright ones. Soft ones. Dad smiles. "We could build one that's as special as Mom."

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I stop beside a giant sunflower. "Let's add a sunflower… because Mommy always helps me find the light."

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Next, I smell the lavender. "Let's add lavender… because whenever I have big worries, Mommy's hugs help them float away."

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A patch of cheerful daisies waves hello. "Let's add a daisy… because Mommy makes ordinary days feel like the happiest adventures."

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A beautiful rose catches my eye. "Let's add a rose… because Mommy always keeps me safe."

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We find a bed of tulips. "Let's add a tulip… because Mommy helps me grow a little more every day."

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Cherry blossoms dance in the breeze. "Let's add cherry blossoms… because Mommy always reminds me to stop and notice beautiful little things."

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Tiny blue forget-me-nots bloom nearby. "Let's add forget-me-nots… because no matter where I go, I'll always carry Mommy's love with me."

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We discover fluffy pink peonies. "Let's add a peony… because Mommy's love is bigger than words."

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Near the corner, I find little chamomile flowers. "Let's add chamomile… because Mommy always knows how to make everything feel better."

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One flower is still waiting. A beautiful camellia. "Let's add a camellia… because when I look at Mommy, my heart fills with so much love."

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Our bouquet is enormous now. I hug it close. "Because there still aren't enough flowers to show how much Mommy means to me."

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When we get home, Mom unwraps the bouquet slowly. I squeeze her hand. "I wanted to find the perfect flowers… but then I realized… You're not just one flower."

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You're a garden called Mom.
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