A very thoughtful woman gifted my mom these roses, making my mom so happy. I've met this woman a few times - her own mom lives on the other coast; she visits her as frequently as she's able. I understand some things about kindness and reciprocity and substitution and emotional rescue and just plain affection. And anyway, some people just touch us. And then we are moved, sparked into action by basic goodness.
Someone grew these roses. Then along comes this woman, shopping, I imagine, for something else. She sees the roses, buys a bunch, and brings them to my mom in a vase she fills with water, then places on the sill and raises the blinds to the appropriate height so the vase sits comfortably.
"And she did it so quickly," my mom adds, forgetting how fast she used to move herself.
Someone grew these roses. Then along comes this woman, shopping, I imagine, for something else. She sees the roses, buys a bunch, and brings them to my mom in a vase she fills with water, then places on the sill and raises the blinds to the appropriate height so the vase sits comfortably.
"And she did it so quickly," my mom adds, forgetting how fast she used to move herself.
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