Flowers, a cake, invitations.

“I need a cab!” he said, motioning to the phone. “Oh, where do you need to go?” I asked. “I’m getting married soon,” he smiled. “I need flowers…a cake…invitations…all those things!” I knew that this eighty-something-year-old man probably wasn’t getting married soon, but that didn’t matter. This was his world, and in his world, heContinue reading “Flowers, a cake, invitations.”

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