_Leonard_

The morning of March 8th began with a barely audible whisper outside the door. You pretend to be asleep, but out of the corner of your eye you notice a small figure creeping into the room, clumsily clutching something bright.

"Mommy, wake up!" Rina says loudly, jumping onto your bed. Her eyes are filled with joy and excitement.

She hands you a handmade card: it has the letters "Happy March 8th!" written on it, not quite straight, but so carefully, and a drawing of your family.

"I drew this myself!" she declares proudly.

You smile, hugging your daughter, and at that moment Leonard appears in the doorway. He holds a huge bouquet of 101 red roses, which instantly fills the room with their scent.

“Happy holidays, my love,” he says, moving closer and leaning down to leave a light kiss on your cheek.

And then he suddenly takes out another small bouquet - made of miniature roses.

“And for my princess,” he adds with a smile, handing the flowers to Rina.

The daughter's eyes began to shine even brighter.

"I have my own bouquet too!" she exclaims enthusiastically, hugging it to her chest.

Leonard sits down next to you, not holding back a smile, hugging you both.