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

“Your mother used to come in every Sunday. She always bought daisies. She said they reminded her of home.”

My throat tightened.

I had never known that.

“She must have passed that love on to you,” the woman said softly. “And now here you are… beginning your own new chapter.”

A Gift Returned
She finished wrapping the bouquet and tied it with a white satin ribbon.

“No charge,” she said with a familiar wink. “For old times’ sake.”

But this time, I reached for my wallet and placed the money on the counter.