The assistant, amused, looked the woman up and down, cheerfully exclaiming, "You look wonderful!" Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of brilliant red. Tears immediately began pricking at his eyelids. Silk gloves, long stained with memoirs of little girls' tea parties, were crumpled in the old woman's hands. A wave of memories wafted over the man's mind.... He sighed quietly, then turned resolutely toward the old woman once again. He bowed teasingly, "May I have this dance?" The old woman giggled. As the two swayed slowly across the floor, the young man whispered, "You do look wonderful, Mother."
by Corrie Morgan