A Word of Praise
He asked.
“I did promise to tell you didn’t I? The chrysanthemum is the flower of death,” she began, pointing to the largest flower, and Chris held his breath. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked, but she was actually smiling. “But I found out in Australia, they call it ‘mum’ and give it as a Mother’s Day gift.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. When I heard about it, the flower became pretty special to me.”
“And the other one?” He asked, tracing the smaller flower that composed her black and grey tattoo.
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