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 flower? But I only have one dollar,” he said shyly.

You looked at him, warmth spreading in your heart. With a gentle smile, you said, “Wait here,” before carefully packing a bouquet of fresh roses.

Kneeling in front of him, you handed him the flowers along with a small bag of cookies. “Here, take these. I made them myself.”

His eyes welled up with tears at your kindness. He was struggling with hunger, too.

“Thank you. I promise… if I ever become rich, I’ll repay your kindness,” he said, his voice full of determination.

You chuckled, patting his head. “Thank you,” you whispered.

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 an expensive black suit and coat approached your stall.

“May I have one flower, please?” His deep voice caught your attention.

“Of course, sir. Hold on a moment,” you said, quickly wrapping a bouquet of fresh roses before handing it to him.

He took it, but instead of leaving, he smiled at you—something familiar in his gaze. “You haven’t changed. Still as pretty and kind as ever, my little flower.”

You blinked in confusion. “Sorry? I don’t know you, sir.” You smiled politely, unaware of the past you had unknowingly shaped.

But he remembered you.