“You told me your dad used to buy your mom flowers whenever she had a hard day, so I got some seeds for you. I thought we—sorry, you—could build a flower bed on your balcony and plant the seeds. You could have flowers whenever you want, and it could be like your mom is here with us all the time.” He takes the seeds and runs his fingers over the letters on the packaging. “You… you did this for me?” “I’m sure today must be hard for you, and I wanted to do something to make it less hard.”
