No one planted it. That's what made it remarkable.
Between the cracks of a sidewalk outside a hospital, a single wildflower had pushed through — purple, delicate, impossibly alive. The kind of thing most people walk past without noticing.
But Marcus noticed. He was on his third round of waiting that month. Waiting for results, waiting for answers, waiting to feel like himself again. He sat down on the curb and looked at that flower for a long time.
"You weren't supposed to grow here," he thought. And then: Neither was I, for a while.
This sticker is for everyone who grew somewhere difficult and bloomed anyway — not because conditions were perfect, but because something in you refused to give up.