I ran into a stranger as he passed by, Oh excuse me please was my reply. He said, Please excuse me too. I wasn't watching for you.
We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way saying good-bye. But at home a difference is told, how we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later taht day, cooking the evening meal. My son stood beside me very still. As I turned, I nearly knocked him down. Move out of the way. I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken. While I lay awake in bed, A voice came to me and said, While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use. But the children you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen flooer, You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, and you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.
But this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed. Wake up, little one, wake up. I said. Are these the flowers you picked for me? He smiled, I found them, out by the tree. I picked them because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like them, especially the blue.I said, Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today.
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way. He said, Oh, Dad, that's okay. I love you anyway.
I said, Son, I love you too. and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.
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