That night，ad’s quiet voice spoke to me and said，“While dealing with a stranger, you’re calm and polite，but with those you love，you’re quick to excite... Go look right now on the kitchen floor, you’ll find some flowers there bythe door． Those are the flowers she brought for you． She picked them herself—pink, yellow, and blue． She stood there quietly, not to spoil your surprise, and you never saw the tears in her eyes．”
By this time, I felt sad and small and now my own tears had begun to fall． I quietly went and knelt by her bed; “Wake up，sweetheart, wake up,” I said． “Are these the flowers you picked for me?” She smiled,“I found’em, out by the tree． I wrapped’em in a napkin, just for you． I knew you’d like’em． Especially the blue．” I said, “I’m so sorry that I missed them today... And I shouldn’t have fussed at you that way．”
And she whispered, “Mommy, that’s okay... I still love you any way．” I hugged her and said． “I love you too... And I love my flowers, especially the blue．”
Are you aware that：If you die tomorrow, thepany that you are working for could easily replace you in a matter of days. But the f***ly you leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. Ande to think of it, we pour ourselves more into our work than into our f***lies—an unwise investment indeed.