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The day when S.S's wish was fulfilled

 


It was a sunny day, and S.S the little girl was jumping up and down.

"Why are you so excited?" S.S's mother asked.

"Today, I am going to see the meteor shower! The Delta Aquarius meteor shower!" S.S exclaimed.

"Oh! I hope it'll not be rainy or cloudy, and really, the weather man had announced yesterday, that Tamil Nadu will be having a terrible thunderstorm," Said S.S's mother, laughing. "I don't want you crying all day. I want you to be a brave girl."

S.S did pout, but she tried to be brave. 

The evening had arrived, and S.S drank her milk, did homework and rushed to the terrace.

She saw gigantic clouds moving in the sky, bTut she didn't beleive that a thunderstorm was going to arrive. She enjoyed cycling. Then, it became dark. Like all the days, dad came to the terrace.

"S.S, come down, now. It's getting dark, and a thunderstorm is coming soon." Said dad, pulling S.S towards the terrace entrance. 

"No, dad! A meteor shower is going to come! Could you ever believe it? Ring mom right now!" S.S said, pulling dad towards the pillar. 

But now, S.S didn't believe her self! Because, she already saw lightning coming from the other side! S.S started to cry. She was really a cry baby, and for small things she would cry like anything. And now, she was talking about the meteor shower all day and now, what? It's gonna rain? She really cried loudly, that almost one country would be able to hear her cry!

Dad closed his ears as he carried S.S back to her house. S.S was so upset that she almost refused to eat, but she was compelled to. After the meal, she had a sweet sleep. Whenever S.S slept merrily, it meant that the next day will be totally happy for her. 

But the next day wasn't happy, it was FANTASTIC!

S.S and her family had their meal in the cool, wet terrace, enjoying the meteor shower. S.S was all smiles, pointing at the amazing, flashing, racing meteors. 

" The meteor showers! Shooting stars! I'm going to make a wish! I want....." S.S said joining her hands. 

"I want a big doll house!" 

S.S then gasped at the most brightest meteor, which almost hit grandma's head.

"Whoa! That was close. How could it get here?" Grandma exclaimed, rushing to the small shed present in the terrace. 

But actually the meteor which almost hit grandma was not a meteor, it was something better....

It was a fairy! S.S couldn't beleive her eyes! She was a fan of fairies and princesses. 

"Hello, my dearest S.S! Your most favourite thing will arrive soon!" The fairy said, waving her wand.

Everybody was not able to understand anything. Soon, it was late and S.S was fast asleep on dad's lap. Everybody returned to their house.

The next day, S.S was so surprised! But why?

The fairy had arrived and was greeted warmly with a cup of coffee, some strawberries and chocolate syrup. She then turned to S.S.

"Oh! The little girl! Good morning S.S! And here's your gift, the thing you had wished for, for the past 4 years....." 

As the fairy waved her wand, a gift box appeared. S.S ran to it, and removed the wrapper, feeling so excited. Mom and dad knew that today will be a happy day for S.S. 

The doll house! S.S hugged the fairy. 

S.S and her family lived happily ever after! 😊😊



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  1. T.SrinivasanJuly 23, 2021 at 9:59 PM

    Super Shriyandhaa 👍🎉 super story. Good imagination

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  2. T.SrinivasanJuly 23, 2021 at 10:28 PM

    Wow your writing took me to another world.SS is really gifted with multiple talents . The flow of your thoughts and giving it as a beautiful short story is amazing shriyandhaa.Go head you are born to win.
    From Pushpa patti

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  3. SubhashreeJuly 24, 2021 at 6:15 AM

    Superb imagination SS.. Great writing. God bless you dear..
    Subhashree aunty

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