15th May 2025
On a cold winter morning, Agatha felt bored in bed. "Mamma, I’m better!" she called. Her mother, Clara, shook her head, saying, "Not yet, dear. Why not write a story?" Agatha’s eyes brightened. "Really? A story?" she exclaimed. Clara smiled, "Yes! Imagine all the fun!" So, with a pencil in hand, Agatha began her journey into the world of stories, scribbling her thoughts on paper.
Agatha wrote about a girl named Lily who lived in a land of ice and snow. One day, Lily discovered a magical door in her backyard. "What’s inside?" she wondered, curious and excited. Lily opened the door and gasped at the sight. "Wow! Talking animals!" she shouted, her eyes wide. Agatha wrapped up her story, her heart filled with joy, ready to share it with her mother, who was waiting outside her door.
Agatha ran to her mother, waving the paper in the air. "Mamma, Mamma! I finished my story!" Clara took the paper and sat on Agatha's bed. "Let's read it together," she said, pulling Agatha close. As Clara read aloud, Agatha closed her eyes, imagining Lily and the animals having tea parties and sliding on icy hills.
When the story ended, Clara hugged Agatha tightly. "What a wonderful adventure!" she exclaimed. "You’ve made Lily’s world so special." Agatha giggled with delight, proud of her creation. "Can we write another one tomorrow?" she asked eagerly. Clara nodded, "Of course, dear, there are endless stories to tell."
Agatha snuggled under her blanket, feeling warm and happy. She couldn't wait to dream about Lily and her fantastical world. As snowflakes danced outside her window, Agatha whispered, "Goodnight, Lily. See you soon." And with that, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of more magical adventures to come.
