I went inside the temple and came back. But the boy still didn't try to sell his flowers. I thought he was angryjust showing his own self-respect(自尊).

    I went to him. He looked at me but did not speak.

    This was strange. I asked," Hi, why are you not asking me to buy your flowers?" He said, "Why should I? You are rich but you can'tfive dollars on my flower. My sister was suffering from cancer(患癌症) and Iwork to buy her medicine. My father left us. My mother plants the flowers and I sell them. We used the money for my sister s medicine. She passed away two months ago. You can now take one. "

    I bought them all. But I felt so small. I still feel sorry that I didn't buy his flowers before his sister died.