It's mimosa season, so I'm reposting "Madame Mimosa"
It's mimosa season,
I'm reposting the story of Madame Mimosa, which I've reposted every year since I posted it in 2017.
Every time I see this lady's smile, I think to myself that I want to be like that.
"Madame Mimosa"
Yesterday another woman bought a bouquet for this lady.
While I was bundling and wrapping them, she said she wanted to give them some mimosas too.
He also bought me a bunch of mimosas.
Then today Madam came and gave you a bouquet yesterday!
He came into the store with a happy smile on his face.
And he wants a mimosa.
Ah, I see you liked the mimosa. I was about to take it out of the bowl when I heard what he was saying.
He said it had broken this morning so he wanted it again.
That can't be true, since they come from the same source as the vibrant mimosas we have in the store.
I wonder if the heating was on full blast.
Maybe they weren't in the water when I put them in the vase.
Well, anyway, it's worthy of complaint if it gets ruined within a day of receiving it.
Since it was a complaint, I was told to take the mimosa home without paying for it,
All the while, it smelled so good,
For some reason, he was in a good mood the whole time.
I told him I wasn't going to charge him and said sorry.
He seemed completely serious,
It seems they don't even understand what the problem is that we're having.
Why are you apologizing?
It's a living flower, so it's going to get ruined, right?
he said.
She felt that she had received a mimosa that smelled delicious.
But the next morning it was wilted. I guess I'll have to go buy some more.
And that was all.
I'm happy to receive a mimosa, so I don't need to wrap it.
He said he would take me home in his arms,
She opened her arms and handed me a mimosa.
The outfit she was wearing matched her hair perfectly, so I asked her to wait a moment so I could take a photo, and she gave me this smile.
And you say your real age is about 10 years older than you look, but you sound younger, right? Maybe it's because you're always smiling.
He said something like that and went home humming.
When I was in high school,
"Happiness" is a "skill."
Reading the words,
It has remained in my mind ever since,
I watched her leave, thinking that this lady was more like a genius than an expert.
