She lived in a tiny town in Italy. Every day, very early in the morning, she put on a pair of tennis shoes, did a little work in the garden, and then made a fresh bouquet of flowers, taking care to arrange them and set them in the window of her mother’s room.
This is my only respite. Since Mom’s illness my days are very busy. I don’t mind making these daily bouquets at all, though. I feel like they’re leaving a piece of my heart always near Mom.
Funny thing is, whenever I do this, my own heart and the love in it feels like it multiplies in size. I can’t explain it. I guess I’m doing this for me as much as for Mom.
Her mother, in a coma, would never know about the flowers.
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