Every Bouquet Has a Story

Gratitude in Every Fold

It had been a long week in Ipoh, the kind that left Yee Ling drained before the day even started. She wasn’t someone who complained, not even when the workload doubled or when she had to cover for colleagues who were out sick. She simply did what needed to be done quietly, efficiently, without expecting praise.

That Saturday morning, she was preparing to leave for her part-time class when the doorbell rang. She almost didn’t open it, assuming it was just a courier for another neighbour. But when she did, she froze.

A massive, structured, wrapped in bold brown bouquet filled her doorway. No flowers, but of neatly folded notes, surrounded by soft baby’s breath.

A money bouquet.

For a moment, her mind couldn’t make sense of it. She lifted it slowly, feeling its surprising weight. There’s a note inside.

“For the things you do that no one sees.
You’ve helped me more than you know.”

It was signed by Arvind.

Not someone she was close to, but someone she quietly supported every day. When he first joined the team, he struggled with the messy handovers, the old system no one bothered to explain, the endless stream of customer complaints. Most colleagues kept their distance, but Yee Ling was the one who stayed behind to guide him, step by step.

She never expected him to notice and gratitude. Yet here it was, wrapped beautifully in her arms. The bouquet wasn’t flashy to her. It wasn’t about the money at all.


It was about effort. The hours he must’ve spent choosing something thoughtful, something useful, something that would help her in return for the countless times she helped him. As she held the bouquet, something shifted inside her.

For once, she felt seen.
For once, the person who always supported others was being supported.
For once, her quiet kindness had echoed back to her, louder than she ever expected. Because sometimes gratitude isn’t loud.

And on that quiet Ipoh morning, standing in her doorway with the heaviest bouquet she had ever received, Yee Ling finally understood:

Gratitude doesn’t always come in words.
Sometimes it comes in folded notes, soft flowers, and a gesture that tells you
“Your kindness mattered more than you think.”