Rushing to his wedding, he bought flowers from a little girl by the roadside…

Damn, I don’t even have a bouquet, Paul cursed. I meant to order one in advance, but work has been so hectic. At that moment, he saw a little girl.

She couldn’t have been more than seven or eight years old. She was sitting on an overturned crate with a bucket of small bouquets of wildflowers in front of her. Paul slowed down.

Hi there, sweetheart, are you selling these flowers? He asked her. Yes, sir. They’re fresh.

I picked them early this morning. Aren’t you scared being here alone? This is a busy road. No, sir.

People here are just like us, the girl shrugged. I’ll take this one with the forget-me-nots, Paul said, pointing to a bouquet in the middle of the bucket. He handed her a ten dollar bill.

The girl looked up at him with her sky blue eyes. Take them all, she said. No, I only need one, honey.

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