El and the magic pot

It happened, it happened, it was in that distant time when everything was done differently.

It happened in that beautiful house, with one wonderful girl, whom everything is affectionate, and in order not to burden her bright head with empty sounds, her name was El.

From the very first birthday of the baby, and from the moment when this room became rightfully considered hers, there was an unusual pot on the windowsill.

And no one knew why he was there. Flowers never grew in it, little trinkets did not lie, and even more so, jewelry was not stored.

It was completely empty.

Sometimes the girl looked into it, as if hoping that one day something would appear there. But, no, his emptiness remained unchanged.

Years passed, El grew up, and less and less looked into this strange, and as it sometimes seemed to her, completely useless pot.

She was still kind and sweet to everyone, she also brought tenderness to those around her, but something inside, every day, began to torment and oppress her. Little by little, the girl seemed to forget what joy is.

Why this happened, no one knew, and no one knew what to do with what was happening. This is how it would have ended. If on one, completely ordinary day, in the eternally empty, and standing on the windowsill of Al, the ladybug did not fly into the pot. And the girl, taking it out of nowhere, would not look into this magic pot again.

El immediately stopped and asked, her eyes lit up, with the former, tireless fire, with each new breath a new star lit up in her soul. And it seemed that the smile took its origin somewhere under the heart. She jumped and clapped her hands, lighting up everything around her with her laughter.

On that day, the girl realized that all this time the pot was not empty, every day it was filled with sunlight, which it received from the gentle and friendly sun.

And every time El looked into the magic pot, he gave her the collected warmth, filling her with inner joy.

Matukhno Elizabeth 2019 ©