When Flowers Bring Back Hope
Claire stood by the window of her apartment in Petaling Jaya, sipping her morning coffee while scrolling through her phone. Work had been overwhelming lately, and life felt like an endless cycle of deadlines, calls, and late-night emails. She didn’t realise how much she needed a pause until she saw White On White’s Weekly Flower Promotion on her screen.
The featured bouquets looked soft, comforting, almost like a breath of fresh air. One was Loving You Forever Bouquet, filled with eustoma and delicate white blooms that looked like morning light captured in petals. The other was Graceful Blush Bouquet, a pastel pink bouquet that were sweet and cheerful. Without thinking twice, she clicked Order.
That evening, when the delivery arrived at her door, Claire wasn’t expecting it to affect her the way it did. The moment she lifted the bouquets from the wrappings; she felt an unexpected wave of calm wash over her. The white bouquet felt serene and pure, while the soft pink arrangement radiated warmth and gentle joy.
She placed one on her work desk, the other by the window and almost instantly, her apartment felt different. Just then, her phone buzzed. A message from her younger brother, Ethan.
“Hey Claire, sorry I’ve been distant. Are you free for dinner tomorrow? I miss hanging out.”
Claire stared at the message, realising something she had been avoiding: she wasn’t the only one who felt disconnected. She had been so busy surviving that she had forgotten to live and to let people in. The next day, she grabbed Graceful Blush Bouquet and drove to Ethan’s place. When he opened the door, confusion spread across his face.
“Why flowers?” he asked, half laughing. Claire shrugged. “Because… you deserve something nice. And also, because I missed you.” Ethan softened, stepping aside to let her in. “Claire, you could’ve just said so.”
They spent the evening cooking simple spaghetti, teasing each other and catching up about things they hadn’t shared in months. Before leaving, Claire placed the bouquet on his dining table. “So your place feels a bit brighter,” she said. He smiled. “Thanks, Claire. Really.”
Driving home later, Claire glanced at the bouquet still sitting on her passenger seat. The Loving You Forever Bouquet that she kept for herself. It glowed gently in the night, reminding her that beauty doesn’t always come from grand gestures.
And sometimes… it comes from a simple weekly flower promotion that arrives exactly when your heart needs it most.
