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

The owner stood behind the counter, her hair now more silver than brown.

She didn’t recognize me.

“I’d like a bouquet,” I said. “For my wedding.”

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.