At 12, I stole flowers to place on my mother’s grave — a decade later, I came back as a bride and the florist told me a secret I never expected. – story-veterans.com

Her face brightened.

“Congratulations, dear. What kind would you like?”

“Daisies,” I said without hesitation.

A Memory Rediscovered
As she wrapped the bouquet, I took a deep breath.

“You once let a little girl take flowers without paying,” I said quietly. “They were for her mother’s grave.”

Her hands froze.

Slowly, she looked up at me.