KIRA

The schoolyard was full of children. The bustle was continuous, and I was already looking for her. A little girl with golden curls was looking at me with wide eyes and a large, innocent smile.

Maddie had a daily ritual of asking the same question when I picked her up from school.

“Did you place that special order today, mommy?”

I grinned at her and responded in the same way I do every day.

“Each order I complete is unique, darling.”

Since I began my business with various floral arrangements for various occasions, Maddie has only been interested in flowers. She was always curious about the event they would...