Blissful Mornings - The Little Visitor
Amara had spent the morning tending to the tiny flower bed in front of her home, her fingers gently patting the earth. It was the last stretch of winter, and though the ground still held the crispness of the season, she believed in planting early—believed that hope, when nurtured, could bloom in any condition.
As she dusted her hands and stood, she noticed a little girl at the edge of her fence, no older than three, her round cheeks flushed from the morning chill. She was clutching a stuffed rabbit, its fur well-loved and slightly worn.
“Hi there, little one,” Amara greeted warmly. The girl hesitated, then took a step closer. “My bunny wants to see the flowers.” Amara knelt, brushing back her graying curls. “Oh, your bunny has good taste. Do you know what these flowers are called?”
The little girl shook her head, eyes wide with wonder.
“They’re called ‘Snowdrops.’” Amara pointed to the small, white blooms peeking through the soil. “They’re the first to wake up when winter is almost over. Like tiny messengers telling the world that spring is on its way.”
The child’s face lit up, and she crouched beside the flowers, whispering something to her rabbit. Then, as if delivering an important message of her own, she turned back to Amara and said, “You’re like a snowdrop too.”
Amara blinked. “Oh? How so?”
The little girl wrinkled her nose in thought. “Because you make things grow.”
A warmth spread through Amara’s heart, deeper than the chill of the morning, deeper than the winter that had long settled in her bones. She hadn’t realized how much she had longed to be seen, to be recognized not for what she had lost, but for what she still nurtured.
With a smile, she reached into the soil and carefully plucked one delicate snowdrop. “Here,” she said, tucking it into the girl’s tiny hand. “For you and your bunny. A little piece of spring.”
The girl beamed, hugging her rabbit tighter. And just like that, she skipped away, leaving Amara standing in the garden—her heart blooming, right alongside the snowdrops.
May Blissful Mornings bring lightness and warmth, just like the snowdrops in the story. Tomorrow, we’ll greet the day with another tale of grace and love.
- Bliss Chains Authors
