More often that not a simple and unexpected gift is the best, especially if given by someone you deeply care about.
When alone, at home, my brother showed up and handed me a white daisy.
I decided not to question where he got it from, or why he was giving it to me, but to simply enjoy his thoughtfulness.
I decided not to question where he got it from, or why he was giving it to me, but to simply enjoy his thoughtfulness.
I felt happy for the rest of the day, not worrying about the future or the past, but treasuring the present moment, the only one that belongs entirely to me.
