THE DANDELION KING
Once upon a time, a dandelion seed floated on the wind.
He landed far away from his brothers and sisters, in a field of white daisies. He settled into the soil, and took root. He grew into a little green shoot. His leaves unfurled and his yellow face turned upward towards the sun. Looking down on him, he saw a beautiful white daisy. "Are you my mother?" he asked.
She looked down at him warmly and replied, "Yes, son, I am."
The daisy cared for him lovingly, encouraging him to grow strong and tall. She protected him from the rain and the hot sun.
"Mother?" he asked her one day.
"Yes, son?
"What makes me different from the others?"
"You are special," she told him. "You are my beautiful golden boy, and I love you."
He grew tall and proud, knowing he was loved.
One day, a fierce storm ravaged the field. When the storm was over, the daisy lay broken on the ground. His mother was dead. The dandelion wept as if his heart had broken. He looked up to the other daisies, wondering who would comfort him. But their faces were cold.
"Move over!" one of them said. "Your roots are in our way!"
The dandelion looked down at the ground, and missed his mother.
"Hey!" the daisy repeated. "I asked you to move over!" The rest of the daisies shook their heads, and then, as a group, they turned away from him.
And that was the way it was, from then on. None of the other daisies wanted to talk to him. It seemed like they resented him being around. At night, when they all closed their petals and went to sleep, they didn’t hear him cry. He wondered why he had to be so different, and so alone.
One day, he stood by himself as a cold wind blew. He felt as if he was falling apart. He curled up his stem and closed his eyes tight. He felt like spring would never come.
When first rays of spring warmed his body, the dandelion lifted his head. The daisies didn’t even notice that he had risen. But close to him on the ground, he saw an amazing thing. It was a little green shoot – small and brave and hopeful.
"It is probably just another daisy," he thought sadly. "It will probably resent being planted so close to me." But as the little sprout grew, he saw that it wasn’t a daisy at all. As she turned her little yellow face to the sky, he saw that she looked just like him! He had never seen such a beautiful sight.
She smiled up at him. "Are you my father?" she asked.
"Yes, daughter, I am."
He protected her from the rain and from the sun. He encouraged her to grow strong and tall. He saw his own uniqueness reflected in her, and for the first time, he learned how to love himself.
Together in the field, the father drew his daughter close to him.
Father," she asked, "What makes us different?"
He looked at her and smiled.
"We are special," he replied, hugging his daughter tight. "You are my beautiful golden girl, and I love you."
-RM 1993