In the northern American town of Cedar Maple, people share a gentle legend about a little girl named Daisy Honeywell. She wasn’t a witch or a woodland fairy, yet she had an extraordinary gift—she could hear the “whispers” of the strawberry patch.
Whenever a child in town felt worried, lonely, or lost, the strawberries would glow faintly under the moon and softly call for Daisy.
Wearing her pink dress and the tiny bear on her chest, she would rush to the child’s home without hesitation.
She never carried a magic wand—only her warm smile.
And somehow, her presence alone made hearts soften and brighten, just like the first day of spring.
One week, endless rain cast a gloomy shadow over Cedar Maple. Kids couldn’t play outside, school events were canceled, and even the strawberry patch went silent.
Kneeling by the muddy field, Daisy whispered, “It’s okay. I’m here.”
At that moment, tiny pink lights rose from the soil like fireflies, forming a glowing bridge through the clouds.
The children watched in awe, their smiles returning as the sky slowly brightened.
From that day on, the town believed one thing:
As long as Daisy Honeywell was around, Cedar Maple would never lose its hope.
