妈妈，我爱你Tell Mommy I Love Her（1/2）

佚名/Anonyo

John had been on the road visitg ts for ore than three weeks.He uldn’t wait to get back to Ohio to see his wife and children.It was g up on Mother’s Day, and he ually tried to ake it“back ho”, but this year he was jt too tired.He wasa sall town jt outside of Little Rock when he drove by a flower shop.He said to hiself,“I know what I will do, I’ll send Mo so roses.”

He went to the sall shop and saw a young an talkg to the arnations.

“No.I have to have roses,”he said,“My Mo was sick so uch st year and I didn’t get to spend uch ti with her.I want to get sothg special.It has to be red roses, becae that’s her favorite.”He hatic.

The clerk looked up at John and was jt shakg her head.Sothg side of John was touched by the boy’s voice.He wao get those roses so bad.John had been blessedhis bess, and he looked at the clerk and silently outhed that he would pay for the boy’s roses.

The itent.

John ordered his own flowers and had the clerk be sure that delivery would cde a ellg his other how uch he loved her.As he drove away fro the shop, he was feelg very good.He caught a light about o blocks fro the shop.As he waited at the light, he saw the young boy walkg down the sidewalk.He watched hi cross the street aer a park through o huge gates.Suddenly, he realized it wasn’t a park.It was a cetery.He uld see the young an turn there by gate and walk along the fence.

The light ged, and John slowly crossed the terse.He pulled over and on an ipulse got out and began to follow the boy down the fence le.John was on the sidewalk, thirty or forty steps behd the boy, who walked side the cetery fehe young an sped by a sall onunt a on his knees.He carefully id the roses on the grave and began to sob.Joh like an truder but he uldn’t leave.He stared at the little boy’s heavg body and listeo his uted cryg.

As he cried, he heard the young an speak,“Moy, oh Moy, why didn’t I tell you how uch I love you.Why didn’t I tell you one ore ti? Jes, please, fd y Moy.Tell y Moy I love her.”

John turearshis eyes, and walked back to his car.He drove quickly to the florist and told her he would take the flowers personally.He wao be sure and tell his Mother one ore ti jt how uch he loved her.

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，他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，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。

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