Chicken Soup for the Soul - January 5

Some think he's a little strange. A week before my son was born; I rested against his fence and admired his flowers. He was quiet for a while and said, "I used to watch those through my window when I was in prison. " I protectively placed my hand over my unborn child. "I was a prisoner of war, " he continued. "Just a  kid really. Both my parents and my sister were murdered and I didn't want to live. Then, I saw those cosmos through my cell window and I made up my mind that if I was ever free, I'd go and touch them and keep some of the seeds. " Things are not always what they seem.

 

Edison