Short Story
A light summer breeze blew through the small petals of the little daisy. She wasn’t the tallest, or brightest, not even the most sweet smelling, but she was just right to the small boy that watered her every day. He watched her grow since the day he found her in his grandmother’s garden.
He was kind and sweet in his own way, always weeding and watering while his grandmother worked with the others. Almost everyday he would leave and come right back to her. She would shine so bright for him.
One day he was late coming to see her. She waited and waited eventually he came up the winding drive. The little daisy perked up so happy to see him. As he grew closer she was shocked by what appeared on his face, arms and legs. There were cuts and bruises all over him, dried tears in his eyes. His grandmother ran out to him, falling to her knees and hugging him tight. He began to cry in her arms, mumbling and holding her tight as if she was going to disappear. The small daisy leaned forward to hear him better, she wanted to know how something so horrible had happened to someone as sweet as him.
As she listened closely she discovered something awful. He was being bullied, and a lot, by multiple kids for just being himself. They had made fun of his name, sweet nature, and love for growing things. Everything that makes him so special, and they trying to destroy it all. The small daisy no longer felt happy, no, she felt something else. It was hard and burning, something she had never felt before. She saw him look to her, an expression across his face of confusion and sarow. Yet he gently pulled away from his grandma and walked to her. Kneeling down he reached out and carefully placed his finger on top of her leaf. “Don’t worry Daisy” he spoke softly, “I’ll be okay.”
“What are you doing my little snapdragon?” asked his grandmother now by his side.
“She was worried and mad, I didn’t want her to worry over me like that.”
His grandmother smiled down at him. “That’s very kind of you dear, I bet she wishes she could return the favor and help you as well.”
He nodded slowly. “Will Daisy alway be here grandma?”
“She will be here for as long as she can, and if she really wants to stay I know she will find a way.”
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That night everyone made a wish, a wish that was so powerful it changed everything.
His grandmother wished for better days for her grandson, her grandson wished for better days for everyone and his flower to never leave, and his flower wished to never leave her boy’s side.
That night there must have been a shooting star, a watching angel, or someone/something watching over them. Because those wishes couldn’t have been anymore pure, those wishes became gifts.
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That saturday morning, the little boy woke up early and ate breakfast. While his grandmother was on the phone he went outside like normal to go water the plants. To his surprise his favorite flower had grew, it was now closed and half the size of him. He dropped the watering can and walked closer. He reached out and touched the top of the overgrown daisy. His grandmother was coming out the door.
“Daisy?” he asked. With that the bud opened to a small girl his age, with golden hair that rolled over her shoulders, shining sky blue eyes, and a bright white summer dress that went to her knees.
She looked at him then down at herself, marveling at her arms and hands, jumping up and down realizing she had feet. She looked back up to him, then started to tear. She jumped into his arms, smiling, tears running down her face. Before the boy knew it he was crying too. He wrapped his arms around her tight, they both fell to the ground still hugging each other.
After that day everyone’s wishes came true. No one ever hurt Nash again with Daisy around, Nash got to make others happy and never lose his flower, and Daisy never had to leave her boy.
