“When you bloom, you’ll be the perfect present!”
Emery planted the lily bulb in his finger-painted pot and hid it behind the shed.
He checked daily to make sure it had plenty of sun and water.
He showered the lily with love and songs.
Weeks passed and the lily grew tall and green under Emery’s care.
Small buds appeared as Mother’s Day approached.
And finally, the special day arrived.
Emery sprinted to his secret spot.
She will love it!
But his grin evaporated when he saw the lily.
The plant stood without a single flower.
Emery dropped to his knees near the no-longer-perfect present.
Shortly after, Mom found him.
“It didn’t bloom,” Emery sobbed.
Mom hugged him close.
“Oh Sweetie, you grew this for me?”
“Look at all the buds just about to pop. It’s perfect!”
“When they bloom it will be Mother’s Day number two!”
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