Many years ago, flowing in the river of time, there was a group of children, all living in the same village. They loved playing together, running around, being happy, tossing the ball between them, digging together in the earth, exploring the rocks. At the end of each happy day, some would pick up a fresh bouquet of wildflowers, and bring it home to their parents. They would share in the household chores and would meet together again the following day.
One day, while playing, they saw a carriage going downhill towards their village. Some people were on it. People the children had not met before. They were curious. A girl looked out from the carriage. She was dressed in clothing different than theirs, and her eyes seemed sad. For some time, the children wondered who the girl was, or the other people in the carriage, and then they returned to their play. However, the girl’s sad eyes stuck with them, until eventually, they returned home earlier, not picking up any wildflower bouquets.
In one of their houses in the village, the sad girl was waiting. Passers-by had found her and brought her to her distant relations who lived in the village. Her cousin, a member of the group of playing happy children, surprisingly met her when she returned home. They looked at one another, yet did not exchange a word.
The following day, the mother of the house tried to encourage them both to go out and play. As they had no real choice, they did. The new girl just sat and gazed into the distance, yearning, longing, and sad. The children, their hearts wide open, tried to invite her to play with them, to put a smile on her face, but she did not even notice their outstretched hearts. It was as if she were not even there.
Rain started falling. Rain that the village had been long waiting for. And the children, who waited for the rain to come with their families, and the village, and the dry land, were happy. They danced, and smiled, and got all wet. Only the girl did not move. She was soaked to her bones, yet sat still, gazing into the distance. So passed many days.
Then, one day, the children’s dance and outstretched hearts reached her too, and she looked at them for the first time. Then one day, their laughter stuck to her, and she was able to laugh too. Until, after many days, she found herself a child again, just playing, searching, investigating with curiosity, happy to just be. And then, when the leaves started to change their colors to red and orange and yellow, and fall off the trees, she hugged all of the children, she hugged her cousin, full of gratitude for their patience, for dropping drops of love, for waiting, for respecting the time she needed with herself. She picked up many fallen leaves from the ground and threw them happily into the blue sky.
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