The Fortunate Mother:
"Chivalry is the fragrance of the expression of kindness. To care for another by showing love wins hearts"
The roads were flooded with busy people hastening to workplaces. Cars and vehicles were whizzing past in illegal speed.
No one had time to spare. Not even to help the old lady by the pavement waiting to cross the street. No one, except a young man of sixteen with white flowers in his hands.
His little deed put a beautiful smile on the woman's wrinkled face as she looked up at him. When she thanked him, her gratitude warmed his heart.
"Who are the flowers for, son?" were her words to him.
"They are for my mother. It is her birthday today" was his reply.
"Your mother is a fortunate woman to have a son like you" said the lady as she walked away, happy that in a loveless, dark world, a young man of just sixteen years held a lit candle.
The lad continued to his destination: The Churchyard.
He knelt down by a cold grave stone and said, "Happy Birthday, mother. I love you" as her placed the flowers by the stone, 6 feet above the coffin in which the Fortunate Mother had been lying for sixteen long years.
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