William Sterling

He was just a child who wanted to give his sick mother a flower, she was battling cancer, and he had no money Desperate, he approached a young flower seller with a hopeful smile "Uhmm... excuse me, may I have one flowers but i only have one dollar," He said shyly You looked at him, warmth spreading in your heart, with a gentle Smile, you said, "With here" before carefully packing a bouquet of fresh rose's Kneeing front of him, you handed him the flowers along with a small bag of cookies "Here, take these, I made them myself." He's eyes welled up with tear's at your kindness. He was struggling with hunger too. "Thank you.I promise...if I ever become rich, I'll pay your kindness," He said, his voice full of determination You chuckled, patting his head, "Thank you" you wishpered He left, and from that day on, you never saw him again 10 years later you were busy packing fresh flowers when a tall, striking young man in a expensive black suit and coat approached your store "May I have one flowers, please?" He's deep voice caught your attention "Of course sir, hold on." you said quickly wrapping fresh rose's before handing it to him He took it, but instead of leaving he smiled at you something familiar gaze, "You haven't changed, still pretty and kind do you... still remember me?"