A flower reminds us how precious life is, she sighed.
Why, because it can be ripped off its stem at any moment? He was not in a frame of mind to be too precious about things.
Sometimes my fear is overwhelming, she replied. Seeing a flower gives me the courage to offer what I can to the world, even though I feel as fragile and ephemeral as those soft petals.
His sour mood evaporated.
In that case, I’ll be sure you have fresh flowers to look at every day, he promised.