Xiaomi planted a little flower and waited for it to grow. When it finally did, he learned that it was actually a weed.
Sitting on his little bed, Xiaomi sighed softly. “Little weed, you may never grow pretty flowers, but that’s all right. I still like you.”
His mother came over and gently turned off the light. “Time for bed, Xiaomi!”
Xiaomi copied her tone. “Time for bed, little weed!”
Theme: Love every little flower and blade of grass.
