In a distant land, a castle stood among misty mountains. In its highest tower lived a girl named Luna, who spent every night looking at a garden that had disappeared many years ago.
The garden had once been filled with cherry trees and pink blossoms. But after Luna lost her family, the garden withered, and no blossom ever returned.
One morning, Luna found a small pink blossom in her hand. Soon, she discovered that every time she let go of a memory, a new blossom appeared.
She released memories of her mother, her father, rainy days, and playing in the garden. Each night, she let the blossoms drift from the window.
Below the castle, a little white rabbit waited for her every night. It carefully collected each blossom and placed them together, as if it knew that every flower was a piece of Luna’s heart.
The rabbit never spoke, but it always stayed. Its quiet presence made Luna feel that she was not completely alone.
Soon, only one blossom remained, the one in Luna’s hair.
When she touched it, she finally remembered the day she lost her family. She realized that, to escape her pain, she had also forgotten the beautiful memories.
Luna looked down at the little rabbit and smiled.
That night, she understood:
Some memories may be painful, but they are precious because they are part of our hearts.