A small act - big difference đ
This small story is based on a prompt from a newsletter received from a fellow writer .
I received a newsletter in my mail by Priya Hinduja. It was âSunday Special Digest âby Priya Hinduja .
The whole post had many sections in it. I found the last section interesting.
Write a poem/short story/reflection on how something small makes a big difference.
Share your thoughts in the comments section!
Hereâs my response:
How does something small make a big difference???
Hmmmmm !!!!!
This is a small story based on my imagination.
Bubbly a was a cheerful little girl, studying in class VI, an only child loved and pampered gently by her parents. Life, for her was soft and secure. Before she could even ask, her wishes were fulfilled.
Bubbly had this one habit.
She had this habit of saving money in her piggy bank.
Every little money, loose coin she used to get for her birthday from her parents, relatives she used to carefully drop it into her piggy bank. It was just a childâs innocent routine and hence no one noticed.
One day,
Their house-help, who always came with a smile, looked worried. Her son was unwell, and she didnât have enough money for his medicines. The adults spoke about it in hushed tones, thinking Bubbly wouldnât understand.
But she did.
That evening, without a word, Bubbly went to her room. She picked up her piggy bank, looked at it for a moment and then broke it open.
Coins scattered. Notes unfolded.
It wasnât a fortune. It wasnât âenoughâ in an adultâs world.
But to Bubbly, it was everything she had saved.
She walked up to her parents and said softly,
âCan we give this to her? Her son needs it more than I do.â
Bubblyâs mother was deeply impressed by her daughterâs kind gesture, something she had never expected.
And sometimes, thatâs all it takes.
Just something small, given with a big heart make a big difference
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What a beautiful reflection. Itâs often the smallest acts, repeated quietly over time, that shape who we become later.
Such a sweet story <3