I Came Home From a Work Trip To Find 100 Roses Had Been Delivered to My Wife – Then I Saw the Note in One Bouquet

Years later, the brass clock still sits in my son’s room.

Every night, its steady ticking fills the quiet.

Whenever someone asks why he keeps that old clock, he tells them about a boy named Leo.

A boy who loved strawberries.

And every time I hear that clock ticking, I’m reminded of something my son taught me.

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