The Boy's Flowers

When the boy came through the streets with his little bundles of flowers, the world looked upon him rather harshly. Perhaps it is because summer flowers are a hard sell in summertime, for they are expected. Or perhaps it was because the little boy looked a bit ragged, which often bodes harsh stares. But there was one kind old woman who took pity on the child, and offered to buy his flowers.

    But where the old woman was kind, she—and all the others who had mistaken this little boy's aims for that of monetary gain—was mistaken. For he had never intended to sell his flowers. He had only wanted to offer them as a gift to any who wanted them.

    And as the old woman was the only one to indicate her wants, well: she got the lot of them.

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