There is a special kind of innocence, one that survives through the years, creating that magic light in our eyes. This morning, while I was watching my little girl running and playing through the fresh green grass, I found myself smiling and dreaming away, chasing rainbows and counting my blessings.

And I thought I’d tell you you a story…

There was, long time ago, a little girl with golden hair, sweet, intelligent and sensitive like any other child. She always dreamed of a birthday party, with children, music, cake and gifts.

It was her 6’th birthday, so her parents organized a party for her. They invited all the children from the neighborhood, selected her favorite music, made her a big cake…and the little girl was so happy, so joyful, clapping hands and dancing in anticipation…

So when the magic day finally arrived, she wore her most beautiful dress, with big pink flowers on it and a wonderful pink ribbon in her hair. Her guests brought her big, colorful gifts, things she only had in her dreams. The music begun…

She was so fascinated by those big boxes filled with toys, so amazed by her new dresses and dolls, wanting to arrange them, to touch them, to smell them…

The children started to dance and play. She wanted to dance with them but, as she came closer, she heard them speaking. And she understood…Children’s honesty can be so brutal, so cruel sometimes…There was another party and they were eager to go there. This one was too childish, too girly, too dull.

No one noticed that she’s missing at her own party. So no one went looking for her. She found a place, the same place where, a little while ago, she was hugging her new dolls and touching the ribbons from her gift boxes…

She stood there, crying, asking herself when and who’s going to search for her. Would they cut the cake without her? It can’t be…

Someone found her after all. Someone asked her why is she crying and she just cried harder. She didn’t wanted her parents to know because she felt guilty. So she just wiped away her tears, smiled and went back to her party. The cake was her favorite and she found so much comfort seeing her mommy proud and happy because the party was such a success! She even told her parents that this is the happiest day in her life!

But she never played with her new toys…

She never wore her new dresses…

She never wanted another birthday party.

The story has a happy end because she grew up to be a dreamer. She never stopped believing in this special kind of innocence that lasts through years. And today…

…today she took off her high heels and went running and playing with her little girl through the fresh green grass. It smelled like spring.

It felt like hope.

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