the happy little sixpence

the old lady walked away with a small bouquet of daisies, the sixpence nestled among the stems, still gleaming in the afternoon sun. The flower man watched her go, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, thinking of the joy such a simple coin had brought.

The old lady hurried home, the flowers cradled gently in her arms. She pushed open the door to find her husband sitting by the fireplace, his face weary from the day’s toil. “Look what I’ve brought you,” she said, presenting the daisies with a flourish. to the baker thank you said the baker you are so kind she said to him

The sight of the flowers, so bright and full of life, brought a spark back to the old man’s eyes. “They’re beautiful,” he said, his voice soft with emotion. And there, among the white petals, he spotted the happy little sixpence, its journey far from over.