She had no one to talk to.
So she spoke to the moon.
In a quiet village lived a little girl named Meera.
Her parents had died when she was very young.
She lived with her aunt,
who was always busy and never kind.
Meera felt lonely every day.
At night, she would sit near her window
and look at the bright moon in the sky.
“Hello, Moon,” she whispered.
“You are the only one who listens to me.”
She told the moon everything.
Her fears.
Her sadness.
Her dreams.
The moon never answered.
But Meera felt peaceful.
One night, Meera cried.
“I am tired of being alone,” she said softly.
“I just want one happy day.”
The next morning, something strange happened.
A kind school teacher came to her house.
“I heard about this child,” she told the aunt.
“I want to adopt her.”
Meera’s aunt agreed immediately.
Meera moved into a warm, loving home.
She went to school.
She laughed again.
That night, she looked at the moon.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
She finally understood something beautiful.
Even when no one listens…
Hope always does.
🌟 MORAL
Never stop hoping. Miracles grow in silent prayers.
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