A short story, greeting cards.

by Bahar Mehr

“Stood and looked through the glass shop. Gold particles on paper greeting cards in the sun, shining like fireworks nights. But little girl did not go inside the shop. She thought, “If I could buy one of these, eyes surprise was that Mom did, which I have given to her.” A man with several children and a small plush sheep doll in his arms came out of the shop. Ran forward. Flowers was under his arm towards them. The man took his children in the car. Buy from her flowers and the children were the three branches. The car moved، Back again behind the glass store. Photo herself in the mirror. Face in the glass, with flowers in the arm, was like a postcard. Her eyes suddenly flashed: “Two of flowers not sell

Evening sat in front of her mother. Said greeting cards have bought for you!

Asked his mother: you! To me! Unless thy much money, baby!

Two goals either side of his face and laughed and smiled and said to her mother: my greeting cards!

Her mother was in tears accumulated in her eyes, hugged him and said: You’re right. Beautiful smile thy daughter the best greeting cards for your mom. “