He had no money.
He had no medicine.
He only had hope.
In a small village lived a poor boy named Aarav
with his sick mother.
She was weak.
She coughed often.
She could not walk far.
The boy felt helpless.
One day, he heard a doctor say:
“Fresh air and shade help the sick heal faster.”
Aarav looked at the dry empty land
outside their hut.
There was no tree.
That evening, he went to the forest.
He found a small sapling.
Carefully, he brought it home.
He dug a small hole
and planted it near their hut.
“Grow fast,” he whispered.
“My mother needs you.”
Every day, Aarav carried water from the river.
Even when he was tired.
Even when it rained.
Even when people laughed at him.
“A tree takes years to grow,” they said.
“Your mother needs help now.”
But Aarav did not stop.
Weeks passed.
The sapling grew into a small tree.
Its leaves turned green.
One morning, his mother sat under its shade.
She smiled.
“This air feels good,” she said softly.
Days passed.
The tree grew bigger.
The shade grew cooler.
His mother slowly became healthier.
One day, she stood up
and hugged her son.
“You healed me,” she said.
Aarav smiled.
“I only planted hope.”
🌟 MORAL
Love, patience, and hope can create miracles.
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