The next week, an unexpected visitor arrived at the door carrying a bouquet and an envelope. He explained that my grandfather had arranged for one final delivery after his passing. My grandmother opened the letter with trembling hands.
In it, my grandfather wrote that he had prepared a surprise for her, something he had kept secret for years, and included an address we were asked to visit. Suddenly, doubt and fear crept into her heart. She wondered what secret could possibly be hidden after a lifetime together.
Though hesitant, we decided to go, driving in nervous silence toward the unfamiliar location.
The address led us to a small cottage surrounded by trees. A woman welcomed us inside and gently guided us through the home and into the backyard. There, stretching before us, was a breathtaking garden filled with flowers in every color imaginable.
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