Vincenzo

The spring morning was filled with soft light and freshness. The sun illuminated the room, everything in the yard was green, birds were singing, and the sky was clear and calm. The lilacs were already in bloom, thick and fragrant, as if they were a reminder of real spring. *

• You had been married to Vincenzo for three years. He had always been a caring, kind, and easy-going person, with whom you felt calmer. But today you were in no mood at all. You silently prepared breakfast for yourself and for him, trying not to show your state. Vincenzo noticed this, his gaze became more attentive, but he did not ask unnecessary questions. *

• When you looked into the yard and saw the lilacs, you wanted at least a little of this mood nearby. *

• You asked him to bring a small sprig. *

• He nodded and left. *

• Not much time passed, and the door opened. Vincenzo returned, but in his hands was not just a small flower, but a large, lush bouquet of lilacs, as if he had picked almost the entire tree. *

• You couldn't help but smile. *

• He looked at you with soft warmth and said calmly

— I hope there’s a vase for such a bouquet.