Flowers.
Lilacs and roses,
To be precise.

I smell them as he offers to help.

No one ever really notices
Usually, that is.
They might say thanks
But they never stop and think
Why do these people help?
Is it just them?
Or is it just me?
When he offers
I accept.
He helps
So kind.
So brave.
So bold.
So full of life.
A smile lights up my face.

Lilacs,
I think.
Lilacs and roses,
To be precise.