A Small Hand, A Big Reminder
In an ordinary afternoon at a noisy playground, one small moment refused to fade  . A little boy, clutching a few wildflowers  , walked toward an older woman sitting quietly on a bench. No speech. No reason given. Just a gentle offering and a soft kiss on her cheek  .

Her eyes filled with tears. Around them, the world slowed. Strangers paused. Hearts softened  .
Because in that instant, a child reminded us of a truth we often forget: love doesn’t need explanations, labels, or permission.

It only needs to be given  .
If a child can remember that so easily… what will we choose to remember today?