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

She was such a sweet girl. She deserved a happy life. He would do anything to make sure of that.

Fortunately, Samantha was still sitting on her overturned crate. The bucket had one last bouquet of yellow and orange flowers left. Paul hit the brakes.

He jumped out of the car and approached the girl. Sam, I’m so glad I made it. Paul squatted down and looked into the little girl’s sky blue eyes.

Do you want to buy another bouquet? The girl asked with a smile. No, I. Tell me, why do they want to send you to an orphanage? Where are your parents? Granny Mary is not allowed to raise me because she’s too old, Samantha sighed sadly. And my mom, her voice trembled, my mom drowned in the swamp last fall.

My god, how terrible. Poor thing. But tell me, why are you selling these flowers? I want to save up a lot of money and give it to the lady who wants to take me to the orphanage so she’ll let me stay with Granny.

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