On a visit to the chiropractor earlier in the week, I was paying my account at the reception desk when a little girl, no more than four years old gave me this flower.
A total stranger she said it was for me and that I can keep it.
This gesture moved me and didn’t go unnoticed by everyone else in the waiting room.
So sweet, so innocent.
At home, I placed the flower by the Christmas tree along with the other presents.
Ever since, whenever I glance at it I see this little girl and immediately my mind is drawn to the Newtown tragedy.
Although the flower has wilted, I know this will be the best gift in my Christmas stocking.