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The following weeks were a whirlwind of learning the business side of things, but every time I felt overwhelmed, I thought of Maya. She came back to the shop a month later, not with a backpack, but with a handmade thank-you card that had a sunflower drawn on the front. We spent the afternoon together, and I taught her how to make a proper bow, our fingers tangling in the ribbon. She told me that her “mum” would be so happy that the flower shop was in good hands, and I realized she was right—the cycle had been completed, and I was now the guardian of a promise that went far beyond petals and stems.
