Monday Flower Story


Purple

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.

The end.

written by: K.R.