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Ten years passed. My life changed—I finished school, started working, and slowly healed. When it came time to order flowers for my wedding, there was only one place I wanted to go. I walked into her shop, now renovated and blooming in every corner. The owner didn’t recognize me at first. But when I thanked her for her kindness from years ago, she paused, searching my face. Then, the moment I spoke again, her eyes welled with tears and she reached for my hands.
