A Child's Gift

Three Yellow Dandelions

She was sitting alone on a park bench, in the grip of a sadness so heavy she could barely lift her eyes from the ground.

She had been there for a while — long enough that the world had started to feel very far away — when she became aware of a small presence beside her. A child, no more than three or four years old, had toddled over from the path.

The child didn't say anything. She simply held out a little fist and opened it.

"Three yellow dandelions."

Before the woman could speak, the child turned and ran back to her mother, pigtails bouncing. The mother smiled across and gave a small apologetic wave, as if to say, "Sorry, she does this." But the woman on the bench didn't need an apology. She needed exactly this.

She sat there for a long time afterwards, those three weeds cradled in her hands like something precious. Because they were. A small child had looked at her — really looked — and decided she needed something beautiful.

Sometimes that's all it takes. To be seen. To be handed three dandelions by someone who doesn't yet know that the world can be unkind.

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