Last weekend Oliver planted this yellow flower in an existing pot on the front porch. He carefully placed all the little stones around the top after the dirt was in place. So why do I feel so sad when I water this little flower?
I'm sick this weekend and I can't be with Oliver.
I miss him.
Heysen misses him.
Grandpa misses him.
So, we wait...
And we wait...
and wait...
and wait...
and wait...
and wait...
until Nana is well again...
until then, there is nothing to celebrate...
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