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In the heart of a hidden village, surrounded by beautiful
wooden houses, huge pine trees and many flowers lived
Lucecyta; together with her father and a woman we shall call
her stepmother.
Lucecyta was a very strange child; she never played or
laughed, and even though she enjoyed being five years old,
she was surprisingly mature.
He stepmother would watch her, sad at their lack of
closeness. Even though the little one was not
affectionate with her, she was nice enough and
always helped to maintain the beautiful garden that
both of them loved. The little girl’s heart would jump
for joy every time she was with the beautiful flowers,
and she would carefully hug them.
One day, as the little freckled child was among her favourite
flowers, she didn’t notice her father come up to her. His
daughter looked so serene and innocent that he wanted to hold
her shoulder, but upon seeing his shadow, she turned around
to tell him:
“Father, I wish to plant a new flower. Can I have permission to
go into the forest and choose a pretty flower for my garden?
Please?”
Her father looked at her lovingly; although he seemed to have
a tough exterior, he was always willing to grant her every wish.
“Go on my daughter, go into the forest.” He replied.
He never showed a smile to give himself away, but he softly stroked
her hair, and then Mr. Diego fled; away from his daughter before the
sadness became too much. As he walked towards the house, he felt
a strong breeze on his skin, making him remember his wife. At that
moment, just as he remembered her and felt a tear fall, his
conscious awoke.
“I am a heartless coward. I didn’t tell my little one how much I
love her, just as I adored her mother; and how scared I am of
losing her too.”
Almost always, the little girl was to be found among her
precious flowers, remembering all the times she watched her
mother take care of them with such love, carefully removing
any old, dry leaves that ruined their beauty. Now Lucecyta did
the same, never taking a rest from attending the flowers.
The flowers seemed not to hear anything, only watching and
remaining distant from what was happening outside of their
lovely home. Lucecyta would talk to them every single day,
always wishing that they would speak back to her.
“Hello! How are you today? Is there any sadness here?” she
would ask them, and always reply to herself.
“Yes, there is a lot of sadness; I feel it here in my tummy.”
This time, when she realised that no flower
would ever speak to her, the little girl felt
terribly sad. And so, with her spirit full of pain
and unanswered questions, she got up from
the flowerbed to find her father and with her
sweet, quiet voice, asked him:
“Daddy, where’s my mummy? I need her to teach me about
what is right and wrong.”
Lucecyta’s need to know about her mother was so big that Mr.
Diego couldn’t find the way to explain, and fell into a deep silence
as he held her closely.