A rude florist sold a broken mimosa branch to an old man: I couldn’t hold back and decided to help…
I stepped into a flower shop one afternoon, intending to buy bouquets for my wife and daughter. As I browsed, I noticed an elderly man standing quietly near the entrance.He wore an old trench coat, slightly worn slacks, and shoes that had clearly been shined with care. His shirt was plain, tucked neatly under the…