"Hmph! Even if you admit that you're in the wrong, I won't forgive mommy so easily."
Her older son pretended to be aloof as he pointed a finger at her.
She bit her lower lip, teasingly asking thereafter, "What does my son want for me to be forgiven, then?"
"Unless…" The lad blinked his eyes mysteriously before tapping his cheek smilingly. "Mommy gives me a kiss!"
The woman was so amused by him that she gave him a smooch on the cheek at once.
Pleased with that, he subsequently took out his handcrafted rose, which was hidden behind him, and handed it to his mother.
It was a stalk of handmade rose.
The boy had specifically asked his art teacher to teach him how to make it. He wanted to give his mommy a gift that would make her happy on her birthday. After thinking about it, he decided to make a handcrafted rose.
A handmade flower would never wither.
