White Flowers, Red Flowers
TOLD BY HINDA SHEINFERBER TO HADARAH SELA
In our town there was a physician who had a son. The son went abroad to study. During the summer, he came home for vacation—two months. There were two young women he was friendly with. They spent the two months together. When he left, the two women went to the train station with him. The boy had two bouquets of flowers, one white and one red. Because he didn't know the language of flower colors, he gave the white flowers to one girl and the red flowers to the other. Then he went away.
Red means love and white means friendship. But he gave the white bouquet to the young woman who loved him and the red bouquet to the one who really wasn't interested in him. The girl who received the white flowers was very upset and very sad. She almost fell ill. Her parents sent her to America, to stay with family there. After several years there, she moved to Eretz Yisra'el.
When the son came home for his next vacation, he found only the young woman he wasn't really interested in. When he learned that the other woman was in America he went there to look for her, but didn't find her.
When she reached Eretz Yisra'el she opened a flower shop, because she had been so badly hurt by flowers. Once a man entered and asked for a bouquet of flowers. "What do you want them for?" she asked.
"It doesn't matter," he replied
"That doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. If you have time I'll tell you a story." So she told him this story—and he was her lost love!