Flowers 7

I know a man. After his wife died of cancer, he lived with his 6-year-old son. He shared with me his secret--he loved a girl who was working in a tea house. He brought me to see her. That young girl was really a special one. Even I couldn't move my eyes away from her. She was not that kind which's beautiful, but is the kind that made you feel home. He told me how wonderful if he could have her as his wife! But his common senses told him, that she was too young, a splendid future laid ahead of her and he might not have the ability to give her the biggest hapiness. So he gave up, but for one month, he paid a flower shop to send her a bunch of flowers each day...