In the evening, I called my husband and asked him to stop after work and buy a watermelon. Soon, he appeared at home with a bouquet of white roses, a watermelon, and a little bucket of strawberries.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t ask for flowers or strawberries,\u201d I smiled.
\n\u201cI know you like roses,\u201d he said, \u201cand I bought the wild strawberries from the grandmother standing by the supermarket, bitten badly by mosquitoes. She asked for twelve, I gave her fifteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
And indeed\u2026
\nWhen I walk the dog, I\u2019m afraid to stop and pick even one that catches my eye, because if I squat down, I get stung by sharp mosquitoes a dozen times. But here! A whole little bucket of tiny, perfect, untouched strawberries!<\/p>\n
Soon the house fills with the strong aroma of strawberries. But more than them, I smell my husband\u2019s gesture\u2014
\nnoticing those things from which buying doesn\u2019t just fill the stomach. The heart feels the fullest.<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s stop by markets. I have no doubt there are many like him, who wander through the woods not just for a walk.<\/p>\n
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