"Do you need a vase for your purple carnations (康乃馨)?"a gentle voice1me in my hospital bed. It was one of those few2moments when no one else was in the room with me and I had slipped into sleep. Usually the room was full of3and their families.
"Yes, these are from a special friend," I4to sit up in spite of my weak body. She was a cleaner and while clearing the desk beside my bed, she5the flowers. But why would she care? And she said "purple carnations"6.
I asked her if she likes flowers. Her eyes lit up and she spoke in excited7. She loves flowers so much that every flower in her garden each day gets a special hug and8from her before she leaves for work. My God! I can't believe it!
I told her that I've been9a lot of flowers from my relatives and usually I had them delivered to the nurse station. And I decided to give her the purple carnations just because of her10about flowers.
She was in great11. But being the nice person she is, she still tried to12me to have half of them and she would happily take the rest home. I asked her if she could13them with others instead. She was doubly happy.
She left, came back and said, "I will be thinking of you whenever I see purple." I almost14. Such goodwill for something so15? I was really amazed and impressed by this cleaner!
