A Boy and a Flower

Once, in the early spring, a seed was dropped inside a graveyard by a bird and land on top of a new grave. A year passed, and the seed grew into a flower with soft white petals and a fragrant smell that carried the soft evening spring breeze.
One sunny day, a little boy and a small old lady with a kind face visited the grave and spied the jasmine's white petals. "Oh, what a lovely flower," she said. "Can I take it home grandma? All my friends gave the same flower to their mother on Mother's day," said the little boy as he reached over to plucked the jasmine flower.
The small old lady stops his hand. She gave the little boy a fond look and said: "Your mother already got her flower here, it wouldn't be nice to take it away, would it?" The little boy wept, and there is no sound in the world sadder than a little boy who wept a mother that he never got a chance to meet.
The small old lady took the little boy in a warm embrace. She stroked his fine curly hair and whispered softly, "How about we plant the same flower in our yard?" The little boy seems happy with the idea and hugged his grandma with teary eyes and a small smile on his lips.
They planted the jasmine seed together in their yeard just like the little old lady suggested. They tended it and watched the seed grow as the season passed. The flower bloomed on a summer night. The smooth strokes of the summer breeze and the flower's lingering sweet scent carried by the wind would always remind the little boy of his mother. The lingering smell is like a mother's everlasting love; it can be felt even when her presence is no longer around.