佚名/Anonymous
三个多星期以来，约翰一直忙得不可开交，不停地联系客户。他情不自禁地想回俄亥俄州去看看妻子和孩子们。母亲节到了，以往的母亲节他都会尽可能回家，但今年他太疲倦了。在小石城外的一个小镇上，他途经一家花店。他对自己说：“我知道该怎么做了，我会给妈妈寄些玫瑰花。”
他来到这家花店，看到一个男孩正在跟店员说话。“小姐，请问6美元可以买多少玫瑰花？”男孩问道。店员尽力说明玫瑰花很昂贵，或许康乃馨会符合他的意愿。
“不，我必须要玫瑰花。”他说，“我妈妈去年生病时，十分虚弱，而我没有花很多时间和她在一起。我想送她一些特别的东西。那一定是玫瑰花，因为妈妈最喜爱玫瑰。”他的态度很坚决。
店员抬头看着约翰，只是不住地摇头。约翰内心深处被男孩的话语触动了，男孩是多么迫切地想要得到那些玫瑰花。约翰的生意一直不错。于是他看了看店员，然后小声对她说自己愿意为男孩买玫瑰花。
店员看了看男孩，说道：“好吧，我收你6美元，给你一打玫瑰花。”男孩高兴地差点儿要跳起来。他接过花，然后跑出了花店。看到小男孩如此兴奋，约翰觉得这额外的35美元没有白花。
约翰订购了自己要的花，一再叮嘱店员确认给母亲的花中要附上一张便条，写上他有多爱她。开车离开花店时，他的心情出奇的好。因为红灯，他在离花店约两个街区的地方停了下来。就在等红灯的过程中，他看见那个男孩正走过人行道。约翰目送男孩穿过大街，经过两扇巨大的门进入了一个公园。突然，他意识到那不是公园，而是一块墓地。他还能看到男孩在大门那儿转过身，沿着篱笆向前走去。
绿灯亮了，约翰慢慢地把车开过十字路口，停在路边。他一冲动下了车，开始沿着篱笆跟着男孩。那个男孩来到了篱笆围着的墓地，约翰与他保持着三四十步的距离，在人行道上跟着他。男孩在一块小小的墓碑前止住脚步，然后跪了下来。他小心翼翼地将花放在坟上，然后开始哭泣。约翰觉得自己是一个入侵者，但他又不忍离开。他看着男孩因哭泣而上下起伏的身体，听着他低低的哭声。
男孩夹杂着哭泣的话语传到约翰的耳朵里：“妈妈，哦，妈妈，为什么我没告诉你我有多爱你？为什么我没有再一次告诉你？上帝，求你找到我妈妈，告诉她我爱她！”
约翰泪流满面地转过身来，走回自己的车里。他飞快地开着车回到那家花店，告诉店员他要亲手把花交给妈妈。他想要亲自把花送给妈妈，并再一次告诉她，他有多爱她。
John had been on the road visiting clients for more than three weeks.He couldn’t wait to get back to Ohio to see his wife and children.It was coming up on Mother’s Day，and he usually tried to make it“back home”，but this year he was just too tired.He was in a small town just outside of Little Rock when he drove by a flower shop.He said to himself，“I know what I will do，I’ll send Mom some roses.”He went into the small shop and saw a young man talking to the clerk.“How many roses can I get for six dollars，ma’am？”the boy asked.The clerk was trying to explain that roses were expensive.Maybe the young man would be happy with carnations.“No.I have to have roses，”he said，“My Mom was sick so much last year and I didn’t get to spend much time with her.I want to get something special.It has to be red roses，because that’s her favorite.”He was emphatic.The clerk looked up at John and was just shaking her head.Something inside of John was touched by the boy’s voice.He wanted to get those roses so bad.John had been blessed in his business，and he looked at the clerk and silently mouthed that he would pay for the boy’s roses.The clerk looked at the young man and said，“Okay，I will give you a dozen red roses for your six dollars.”
The young man almost jumped into the air.He took the flowers and ran from the store.It was worth the extra thirty-five dollars just to see that kind of excitement.John ordered his own flowers and had the clerk be sure that delivery would include a note telling his mother how much he loved her.As he drove away from the shop，he was feeling very good.He caught a light about two blocks from the shop.As he waited at the light，he saw the young boy walking down the sidewalk.He watched him cross the street and enter a park through two huge gates.Suddenly，he realized it wasn’t a park.It was a cemetery.He could see the young man turn there by gate and walk along the fence.The light changed，and John slowly crossed the intersection.He pulled over and on an impulse got out and began to follow the boy down the fence line.John was on the sidewalk，thirty or forty steps behind the boy，who walked inside the cemetery fence.The young man stopped by a small monument and went on his knees.He carefully laid the roses on the grave and began to sob.John felt like an intruder but he couldn’t leave.He stared at the little boy’s heaving body and listened to his muted crying.As he cried，he heard the young man speak，“Mommy，oh Mommy，why didn’t I tell you how much I love you.Why didn’t I tell you one more time？Jesus，please，find my Mommy.Tell my Mommy I love her.”John turned，tears in his eyes，and walked back to his car.He drove quickly to the florist and told her he would take the flowers personally.He wanted to be sure and tell his Mother one more time just how much he loved her.
