The last of her friends left the house and Sophie started to clear up. It was her first birthday since her father had passed away.
“Let’s go eat some icecream.” Anne said remembering the long walks the three of them used to take every Sunday.
They had barely reached the end of the driveway when Sophie stopped.
“Look Mama!” Sophie cried pointing at a cluster of bright red carnations blooming by the side of the road. “They weren’t here earlier. Papa sent me my favorite flowers!”
Anne smiled as she thought of the mud covered gloves in the garden shed.