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

I. I really don’t want to go to the orphanage, tears streamed down the little girl’s cheeks, flushed from the heat and anxiety. You won’t go to the orphanage, I promise, Paul said firmly, taking Samantha’s hand. The girl squeezed his hand in return and cried even harder.

Don’t cry, little one, don’t cry, Paul ran his hand through her soft hair, tousled by the wind. Shall we go to your home? Where do you live? A mile from here. In Green Oasis Village.

Wow, what a lovely name. Makes you want to live there. It must be beautiful there, right? Yes, it’s very beautiful.

The village is small, the forest is nearby. That’s where I pick the flowers in the mornings. And then you walk a whole mile to sell them? Uh-huh, the girl nodded, climbing into the back seat of Paul’s car.

You’re a very brave girl, Paul said admiringly and very determined. You deserve the happiest life. They entered the old, time-worn house.

Granny, granny, everything’s going to be okay. Kind Paul Gill is going to help us. A neat old lady with a headscarf peeked out of her room.

Hello, ma’am, Paul greeted her. Hello, the elderly woman responded slightly scared. She must have been around 80.

Would you like some tea? Samantha cheerfully offered. Uh, I wouldn’t say no. It’s more fun to talk over tea.

They drank tea in a small, cozy kitchen with semi-transparent curtains the color of fresh grass. Where are you from? Mary Booth asked, carefully slicing an apple pie. Why does Sammy say you can help us? Today I bought a bouquet of wildflowers from your granddaughter.

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