Bobby was cold, sitting out in his back yard. He didn’t wear a coat. He didn’t like them, and anyway, he didn’t own one. He was trying to come up with an idea for his mom’s birthday. He thought, “It’s useless, I don’t have any money.” His father had passed away three years ago, leaving the family of five struggling.
Wiping away a tear, he walked down the street to the shops and stores. It was hard being a six year old boy, without a dad to talk to. He walked slowly from window to window. Everything looked so beautiful, but so out of reach. He suddenly spotted a dime on the ground.
He ran inside a flower shop, showed the dime, and asked if he could buy a flower for his mom. The owner said, “You wait here and I’ll see what I can do.” He went into the back and came out with twelve long stemmed red roses, bound with a silver bow. “That’ll be ten cents young man,” the owner said, taking the boy’s dime.
After Bobby left, the owner’s wife walked out and asked, “Who were you talking to and where are those roses?” The owner said, “A little boy came in with only a dime, wanting to buy a flower for his mother. Once, I was a poor boy too, with no money to buy my mother a present. A man, whom I never knew, helped me, so how could I refuse?” The woman hugged her husband tightly, and as they stepped out into the bitter cold night air, it no longer felt cold to them.
