The Floral Exchange

"Mmhmm!" Hazel broke into a bright, wobbly smile, her big eyes still red and glassy. She rubbed her nose with the back of her small hand and replied in a cute, nasal voice, "I got it, Martha. I am fine."

Martha let out a long breath, relieved by the little girl's brave front. She took Hazel's hand and led her back inside the house, keeping her away from the chilly garden air. Once she settled the