Him: What is your favourite flower?
Her: I don't know. But I like little flowers.
Him: I wonder why.
Her: Little flowers remind me of my own self. Maybe because I'm too little and too fragile. Also because I always go unnoticed.
Him: I know someone who referred herself as a little flower but honoured and loved by many. Her littleness became her way to to get close to her Beloved.
Her: I know her! She's little Thérèse!
Him: I hope you understand that your littleness, your fragility and your wholeness is loved and appreciated. The world might want what is biggest, prettiest and most colourful, but the One who owns this garden that is full of little and big flowers is delighted with everyone, specially the smalls who humble themselves.
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FLOWERS TOO HAVE STORIES TO TELL
Short StoryYou are the flower I saw last spring amidst roses and greens. A collection of short conversations that will make you fall in love with flowers and yourself. Be tender as a flower and strong like it that is capable to bloom even after the storm.
