Chapter no. : 2 "The Day the Flowers Spoke"

She left the library and began walking back home. Just then, it started to rain. Ami quickly took shelter under a group of trees to avoid getting wet. After a while, the rain stopped. The world around her looked completely different—refreshed and transformed.

Time had passed quickly. In the morning, everything was bright and full of life. But now, the sky had turned darker. The moon had risen, glowing beautifully.

As people often say, the sun and moon both have their own time to shine. In the morning, the sun rules the sky with its bright light.

But at night, nothing can compare to the moon’s soft, peaceful beauty. Everyone is beautiful in their own time and place. Ami thought, People too just need patience, and when the time is right, they will shine—just like the moon.

Realizing how late it had gotten, Ami started running toward her house. As she passed through the quiet streets of her town, a friendly dog wagged its tail at her. She smiled and said, “Don’t stop me now! I’m already late. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? I promise.” She ran off, entering her room quietly from the back door.

But her mother caught her.

“So I was right,” her mom said. “You’ve been out playing with your friends, haven’t you? Coming home late, sneaking through the back door. You think we’re all sitting here, full and happy, waiting for you?”

Ami lowered her eyes. Her mom continued, “Your dad’s not at home. We’ve already eaten. Freshen up and eat your dinner. And one more thing—don’t ever come this late again. I don’t even know how many times you’ve done this without telling us.”

Ami replied softly, “I promise I won’t do this again. Okay?”

They both said goodnight. Ami went to freshen up, then sat down to eat. She realized her mother had made her favorite dishes. Quietly, from outside her mom’s door, she whispered, “Thank you, Mama.”

Later, she lay on her bed, writing notes for the next day. Once done, she held the notebook close and fell asleep.

The next morning, Ami grabbed her notes and got ready. She met her classmates, but she never felt like she truly belonged. In her friend group, everyone already had their own best friend. She didn’t have anyone to share her secrets with—not the way she did with her journal.

After her lectures, on the way home, Ami noticed an old lady sitting by the roadside beside a small cart filled with fresh flowers.

The colors were vibrant, and the scent was sweet, but no one seemed to notice. People walked past without a glance, too busy with their own lives. The old woman looked tired and a little defeated.

Ami walked over and smiled warmly. “Let me help you sell these,” she offered gently.

Together, they began speaking to people kindly, offering flowers with a soft smile and a little warmth in their words. Slowly, the magic worked. Some people smiled back, some paused, and many bought flowers—perhaps for someone they loved, or maybe just to feel something again. Within an hour, the cart was empty.

The old lady stared at her now-empty cart and the money in her hand, her voice full of quiet surprise. “I earned a good amount today,” she said. “But to be honest, I’ve been thinking about stopping this. People just don’t seem interested anymore. Today, you helped me sell everything, but I don’t think I can do this on my own every day.”

Ami looked at her kindly. “It’s not that people don’t care,” she said softly. “They’re just caught up in their own lives—rushing, stressing, trying to keep up. Sometimes they forget the little things that make life beautiful.”

She paused and added, “But today, we reminded them. When you love someone, even a small gesture like buying flowers can mean so much. It’s about treating people the way they want to be treated—with love and attention.”

The old woman’s eyes filled with emotion.

Ami continued, “Today wasn’t just about selling flowers. We gave people a moment to remember someone special, to smile. And now that they’ve felt that again, I think they’ll come back. They’ll buy flowers again—from you—to bring that same joy to someone else.

The old woman’s face lit up with hope. She reached beneath the cart and pulled out a hidden bunch of tulips. Holding them out to Ami, she said, “These are for you.”

Ami’s eyes widened. “They’re so beautiful,” she whispered. “But I can’t afford these.”

The old lady chuckled softly. “Oh, silly girl. They’re not for sale. They’re a gift—for your kindness. A small thank-you from me.”

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