“I want to buy Mom flowers,” he says. “Will you lend me the money?” I want to laugh out loud. “You got it,” I say. When we enter the flower shop twenty minutes later, he walks straight to the woman. “I want some flowers for my mom,” he tells the lady, who smiles at him and looks at me. “Her favorite color is purple.” “Is this for a special occasion?” the lady asks. “No, it’s just to tell her that I love her,” he says,
