children’s story about snail: The Blooming Flower
“What kind of flower is that?”
“The wildflowers in the grass aren’t that tall!”
“Oh, it’s a colorful butterfly resting on a blade of grass. The breeze gently stirs its colorful wings, making it quiver like a flower in bloom.”
“Mom, look! What kind of flower is that? It’s so beautiful! I want to look at it a little longer!” said a seriously ill little snail to its mother.
“That’s a pretty butterfly, not a flower, my child. Let’s go,” said the snail mother.
“No, Mom, that’s a flower blooming! I want to watch it a bit more!” the little snail insisted.
“Well, alright then. We’ll stay and watch for a little longer,” the snail mother said, giving in to the little snail’s wish.
“Mom, look how beautifully that flower is blooming! I can feel it slowly opening bit by bit!” The pale little snail’s face began to flush, and a special gleam of joy appeared in its eyes.
The snail mother, holding back tears, said nothing. She leaned closely against the little snail, and together they looked up at the blooming flower resting on the blade of grass.
The little snail gazed and gazed, and after who knows how long, it laid its head in its mother’s arms, closed its eyes, and never opened them again.
At that moment, the blooming flower on the blade of grass suddenly fell too, landing beside the little snail, never to bloom again.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
