“Flowers? For who?” she asked as he wandered around the small flower shop. She followed behind him closely and looked over his shoulder every once in awhile. “Honey, what are we doing here?” she asked again but he still didn’t answer. She watched as he picked up some roses but sighed. “What? It doesn’t look good? You don’t like them?” she asked.

    “Are there any other places nearby?” he asked as he scratched his head.

    “I don’t think so, except for all those flowers that take up a lot of the side of the road. I forgot their names but they look beautiful.

    “Forget-me-not!” he said with realization.

    “Yeah! That’s what they’re called.”