"Are these for me?"
"Yes" My chest suddenly feels full, I gasp.
It looks pretty. How did she get baby's breath and white roses.
Another kid walks forward. Also holding a flower.
"For you miss"
"O My God" I pull the both of them into a hug
"Thank you" I'm crying now and I can't stop it if I want to. When did any of them plan this?.
Then another person comes holding flowers.
I stand up.
"You're very pretty, miss" He says. Giving me bunch of roses. My mouth falls open as I stare at him.
"This... Thank you so much."
I bring all my flowers closer to my chest then sniff
"Thanks everyone. They smell so nice. They're so pretty"
"Not as pretty as you" The boy say and I laugh.
Others laugh as well and new wave of emotions fill me.
Joy. Pride. Love and gratitude.
I look thr
