Following morning, sunlight streamed through the windows of the flower shop, illuminating the vibrant petals of the flowers that filled every corner. The atmosphere buzzed with the promise of a new day. The flower seller arranged a fresh bouquet, his hands moving with practised grace, when the familiar jingle of the doorbell drew his attention.
In rushed the same boy from before, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "Mister!" he called out, breathless with enthusiasm. "Can you help me learn how to make flowers like yours? They're so beautiful! Mum says I should try growing some myself!"
Caught off guard, the flower seller paused, his hands hovering over the petals he had just arranged. The boy's bright eyes sparkled with a mixture of awe and determination. Hesitation settled in; he had always kept to himself, avoiding the spotlight and the expectations that came with it. Yet, there was a certain warmth in the boy's eagerness that stirred something deep within him.
