dappermouth:

When I was a kid, a very quiet girl from my school who I kind-of sort-of knew brought me a bundle of lavender, carefully wrapped in butcher paper and tied with a string. She said she’d thought of me that morning and picked it on her parents’ farm. This hasn’t come to mind in years, but I remembered it today and I’m startled by the kindness of it now, that someone who hardly knew me thought of me, and picked me lavender.