Cherry blossom tree story: Secret under tree cherry blossom
Under the cherry blossom tree stands a house made of seagrass, where a little monster lives.
It’s a beautiful house. In the spring, the cherry blossom petals float on the wind, landing on your hair, shoulders, and clothes, as if you’ve walked into a sea of flowers, making your heart feel as light as the petals themselves.
But despite this beautiful seagrass house, it’s home to a grumpy little monster.
Why is it a grumpy little monster and not a gentle, smiling one?
Because he’s a little monster, of course! The very first rule in the “Grumpy Monster Handbook” clearly states: A good monster should absolutely not like human children.
Rule number two: Human children are very scary—they will steal your heart!
Rule number three: Always keep a stern face, show your sharp teeth and claws, and make sure your roar reaches at least 120 decibels!
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And so, whether it was in the cherry-blossom-filled spring, the flower-laden summer, the petal-strewn autumn, or the snowy winter, the only shadow under the cherry blossom tree was that of the little monster, wandering alone.
Until one day, a girl with pigtails, wearing a checkered shirt, appeared under the cherry blossom tree. She was following a butterfly and found the little monster crouching under the tree, drawing lines in the sand with a stick.
“Let’s be best friends! Best friends always start by shaking hands.” With that, the girl reached out her hand to the little monster, who was frozen in place.
Human hands are so warm, like a current of electricity straight to the heart, and little streams of joy started bubbling up inside the little monster.
“Best friends also share delicious food. Here, this is a vanilla sticky rice cake my mom steamed this morning. I’ll give you half!” The girl generously handed over the warm, sweet-smelling rice cake.
The little monster hesitated, rubbing his hands—he didn’t have any gifts to give the girl in return.
Just then, a full cherry blossom floated down from the tree. The little monster caught it in his hands and, blushing, placed it in the girl’s pigtail.
“Now, we have to share a secret with each other.”
“A secret?” the little monster asked, hesitantly.
“Sharing secrets shows that we’re very close friends. My secret is that I really hate the carrot soup my mom makes. One day, I might even turn into a rabbit because of how awful it tastes.”
“I… I don’t have… any special secrets.” The little monster started drawing circles with his right foot, not daring to look into the girl’s bright eyes. The girl got angry: “I just told you such an important secret! It turns out you don’t consider me a friend after all.” She ran off in a huff.
The little monster stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do.
Of course, the little monster had his own secret—everyone has a secret. But this secret was buried deep in the little monster’s heart.
Now, the secret was growing bigger and heavier, and if he didn’t tell someone, his heart might just “thump” right out of his chest one day.
So, the little monster quietly whispered his secret into the tree hollow beneath the cherry blossom tree. The cherry blossom tree swallowed the secret, and the little monster felt much lighter inside.
In the blink of an eye, spring came again, and the cherry blossom tree bloomed once more. The petals drifted on the wind, falling into the sea, onto the fields, and into people’s hair.
As soon as he opened the door, the little monster saw the pigtail girl standing under the cherry blossom tree with a mischievous smile. The little monster gathered his courage—he had already decided that if he ever saw the pigtail girl again, he would tell her the deepest secret in his heart.
Just then, a breeze blew, and the cherry blossom petals fluttered through the air, carrying a voice that echoed all around the world—”I really like human children, but I like you the most.” Without needing to listen closely, it was clear that it was the little monster’s voice.
The cherry blossom tree had taken in the secret, blossomed in the spring, and sent the secret out on every single bud. The petals, carrying the secret, flew on the wings of the wind, reaching every corner of the fields.
The little monster’s secret had been revealed, and he blushed with embarrassment.
Now, they are holding hands, savoring the sweet vanilla sticky rice cake, lying on the grass, whispering softly, just like all best friends do.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
