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woman smiled warmly. Before answering, she paused

and thought for a moment.

"Maybe this will trouble you a bit, but I’d like a
few stalks of flowers," her mother said softly. "Lately,

the house feels a little gloomy. I think it might look

brighter with some flowers in it." As she listened to her
mother's gentle chatter, the young woman tidied up her

desk and rose from the soft, slightly sunken cushion on
her chair.

"Alright, Mom. I’ll get you some flowers. Is there

anything else you’d like?" she asked kindly. Her mother
shook her head—she didn’t need anything more.

"Okay then, I’ll go get ready," the daughter
continued.

"Go ahead. I’ll grab some money first," said the

older woman, turning to leave.

But just before stepping out of her daughter’s
room, the gray-haired woman paused and turned back

around to face her. "My dear, don’t push yourself too

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