Back when the time was just a child and progress was measured in moons, there was once a poor family living outside a village called Hope. This family had seven children, all different and memorable in their own way.
The oldest two were Sunday and Saturday, a boy and girl with so much charisma everybody in the town loved them. Friday was their younger sister, that seemed to follow in their footsteps but with a bit more of a rebellious nature. Thursday was a calm and peaceful girl, with her hair always carefully tied in the back and her eyes full of confidence. Wednesday was an energetic boy, always ready to invent something or at least disassemble things to figure out their mechanisms. Tuesday seemed the most unremarkable at first sight and even a bit scary because she used to love wearing dark clothing and rarely said a word. And the youngest was Monday. A scrawny little boy, always looking like something was about to go wrong, and shy as the sun in winter.
Being the youngest and such a tiny creature at that made all his brothers and sisters mock him, torment him, and play pranks on him. After a while Monday isolated himself. He was too tiny to do any heavy work so nobody at home was really bothered that he was gone while the sun was up.
Having nothing else to do, Monday spent most light exploring. That is how one day he found a river and right next to it a little patch of land with beautiful flowers and other interesting-looking plants. He then decided that the land must be magical, and that he will bring there all the little plants and seeds that, just like him, nobody gave much chance to grow strong.
Every day Monday would look around the farm for plants his parents considered couldn’t be saved and put them in a box, then plant them in his new magical garden. After he planted them he would water them, weed them and check each one to see if they are better there.
At first, there were just a few plants. But with every moon, more plants would gather there, until when he would not manage to do all his work before sunset and decided to spend the night there doing even more watering and caring.
That is when his family realized he was missing and got worried. So Sunday and Saturday went out to search for him, leaving the younger ones to rest for tomorrow’s work. They were set to punish young Monday. But when they found him, after hours of searching, in that little patch of land, all sweaty and tired from taking care of his plants they decided to let him go without any yelling or mockery. In fact, they told young Monday to go home and rest for two moons, and they will take care of his garden. Thrilled and exhausted Monday was very grateful, so he went home and slept.
The next two mornings Sunday and Saturday said they were heading for the garden, which none believed to be magical, but wondered instead and had the fun they could not, had they been home working.
The third morning Monday felt well rested and decided to go back to the garden himself and see how his magical spot progressed.
And when he got there…he was shocked by what was waiting for him.
The plants grew tall and healthy, with great fruit and amazing flowers. Everything looked like it was cultivated in the best places in the world and tasted like nothing else his family could afford to buy before.
So he went home running, to thank his brother and sister who came to see the garden themselves then confessed to having done nothing because they did not think it would ever grow into anything useful.
But Monday did not mind. He understood that some things need more than water, good soil, and a lack of weeds to grow. They need time!
From his little magical garden, Monday started selling fruits and flowers until quite a few moons later his family was poor no longer.
But with every sold fruit or flower, he would plant a new one. And do everything he did in the beginning with one exception. When he finished all that depended on him he stopped and rested, giving his plants time to ripen and himself time to be.
His elder siblings learned something too from this experience. If you plant no seed, none will grow. So if you think nothing can change and act like that, it becomes a reality. But if you plant your seeds, believe in them, and do the work, bud by bud things can turn magically better.
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