The family had just moved to Rhode Island, and the young woman was feeling a little depressed on that Sunday in May．After all, it was Mother's Day-and 800 miles her from her parents in Ohio． She had called them that morning, to wish her a happy Mother's Day and her mother had how colorful their backyard was spring had arrived．Later, she told her husband how she those lilacs in her parents' yard．“I know where we can find some,” he said．“Get theand come on．” So off they went． Some time later, they stopped at a hill and there were lilacs all round．The young woman rushed up to the nearest and buried her face in the flowers．Carefully, she some． Finally, they returned to their car for the home．The woman sat smiling, surrounded by her ． When they were near home, she shouted “stop,” got off quickly and to a nearby nursing home．She went to the end of the porch （门廊）, where a（n） patient was sitting in her wheelchair, and put the flowers into her lap．The two, bursting into laughter now and then．Later the young woman turned and ran back to he．As the car pulled away, the woman in the wheelchair with a smile, and held the lilacs ． “Mom,” the kids asked, “ did you give her our flowers?” “It is Mother's Day, and she seems so while I have all of you．And anyone would be by flowers．” This satisfied the kids, but not the husband．The next day he some young lilacs around their yard． I was the husband．Now, every May, our yard is full of lilacs．Every Mother's Day our kids purple lilacs．And every year I remember that smile of the lonely old woman．