Leonard

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

"Mommy, wake up!" Rina says brightly, jumping onto the bed with you. Her eyes are full of joy and excitement.

She hands you a handmade card: on it are slightly uneven but very carefully written letters saying "Happy March 8th!" and a drawing of your family.

"I drew it myself!" she declares proudly.

You smile, hugging your daughter, and at that moment, Leonard appears in the doorway. In his hands is a massive bouquet of 101 crimson roses, which instantly fills the room with their scent.

"Happy holiday, my love," he says, stepping closer and leaning in to leave a light kiss on your cheek.

Then, unexpectedly, he pulls out another small bouquet—made of miniature roses.

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

Your daughter's eyes sparkle even brighter.

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

Leonard sits down beside you, unable to hide his smile, wrapping both of you in his arms.