Wildflowers of Gratitude Fickplunta

At the foot of a quiet mountain village, Ah Qing grew up with her grandmother. Beyond the village, a field of wildflowers stretched as far as the eye could see. Each spring, the gentle breeze would carry the fragrance of the blossoms, painting the air with nature’s beauty. Her grandmother often took her to the fields, pointing at the unassuming wildflowers and saying, “Though small, they color the entire world. We must cherish the little things in life.” These words stayed with Ah Qing. She remembered how her grandmother always let a few wildflowers grow freely in the backyard, nurturing them with care. “Don’t interfere too much,” her grandmother would say. “Flowers have their own strength. As long as the soil and water are clean, they’ll thrive on their own.” Years later, Ah Qing left the village for her studies. During her absence, the wildflower field slowly disappeared due to construction nearby. When she returned, the fields were barren, and her grandmother sat by the backyard, tending to the last remaining wildflowers with a sorrowful expression. “The earth has given us so much, yet we’ve forgotten to repay it,” her grandmother said softly. Moved by her grandmother’s words, Ah Qing decided to take action. She rallied the villagers to plant more wildflower seeds and worked to restore the polluted soil and streams. By the following spring, the wildflowers had returned, covering the land like a vibrant carpet. Standing amidst the blossoming field, Ah Qing saw the joy in her grandmother’s smile. She felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. These wildflowers were not just nature’s gift but also a symbol of the bond between her and her grandmother—a legacy of love and care that would live on.