My youngest daughter, who is eight years old, writes the loveliest little stories.
I thought I’d start sharing them with you. I will be showing her the comments.
Once there was a flower, she was the happiest.
One day there was a storm and she loved it, but it ended,
and the happiest flower became the saddest flower.
Then a rainbow appeared and both of them became the happiest ever.
written by: K.R.