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Elena never forgot that gesture, and she had spent her whole life trying to repay that one act of kindness. She had kept track of our family over the years, and when she saw I had started working at the shop, she decided to see if the “flower shop heart” had been passed down through the generations. I wasn’t just a random employee who did something nice; I was the legacy of a man I had loved and lost, continuing a tradition of kindness that I didn’t even know existed, as if the universe had been waiting for this moment to circle back to the beginning.
