The Gift
In one seat a wispy old man sat holding a bunch of fresh flowers. And a lovely 8-year old girl who was sitting next to her looks --over and over again-- to the old man's flowers. The old man impusively thrust the flowers to the girl's lap. "I can see, you love the flowers.." he elucidated and came off. "Wow. Thank you!" The girl was overjoyed. The old man just smiled. "I will tell my wife that I gave them to you, lovely girl."
The girl watched the old man who was walking through the gate of a small cemetery.
