Oh, no , Jeremiah .She can't have a flower She isn't a momLinda replied I watched as all the joy Jeremiah had been feeling left his face Gone was his bright smile Those sparkling eyes of his turned troubled . There was now a confused , painfiled little boy standing where , just seconds ago , a very happy child had stood My heart broke in about a million pieces ,not for myself , but for Jeremiah . His heart was broken , and my heart ached for him found out how much eremiah loved me and how much I meant to him . When we came back home Jeremiah went to the coutyard of our apartment building . I was in the kitchen making dinner for everyone when I heard the front door opeeremiah slowly came to the doorway of the kitchenhs hands beind his backn immi he said oftly ,ou desere something for Moter's ayuldu hadu h flowes gave them to mefet tears on my cheeks I love youdcont have oved him more as if he had been my own son.