KIRA
The schoolyard was full of children. The bustle was continuous, and I was already looking for her. A little girl with golden curls was looking at me with wide eyes and a large, innocent smile.
Maddie had a daily ritual of asking the same question when I picked her up from school.
“Did you place that special order today, mommy?”
I grinned at her and responded in the same way I do every day.
“Each order I complete is unique, darling.”
Since I began my business with various floral arrangements for various occasions, Maddie has only been interested in flowers. She was always curious about the event they would attend and the unique treat they would be enjoying.
“So, nobody important needed them?” she asked with her sweet voice.
“Always somebody needs them, honey”
Somehow, she
