My friend Penelope always says that when you see a four-leaf clover, youâll likely be fortunate or be blessed. According to her, each leaf of the four-leaf clover signifies faith, hope, love, and luck. Though I always thought it was just a fable until I saw one and pinned it to the page of one of my favorite book.
Just last week I decided to go to my favorite place, thatâs where I always go whenever I experience extreme sadness and stress. That place is so perfect and beautiful to meditate and unwind. It is windy out there and surrounded by trees. And when you glanced up, the whole city can be seen and it was such a breath-taking scenery with the blue sky and the bird dancing freely in the air. When I closed my eyes to breathe some fresh air, it felt like heaven and as I opened it thatâs when I caught a peculiar green leaf. And Penelope suddenly crossed into my mind and realized it was the four-leaf clover she always tells me about. I approached it and picked it up silently wishing it would bring me luck. I immediately took my book and tucked it in the middle of its pages.
Monday, while Iâm on my way to school, I decided to go to the convenience store first to buy something to eat. And when I was out of the store, I saw a child covered with dirt and was holding his stomach. From the looks of it, I can tell that heâs a vagrant whoâs very hungry. I approached the boy and gave him something to eat.
âHey child, this is for you,â I said while handing him the food. His expression was happy and full of longing when he saw what I offered to him.
âThank you! I thought I would starve to death because I had not eaten anything for the past few days. Iâm in luck today.â He jovially said as if his hunger almost diminished.
âEat well, child.â I smiled at him and soon leave.
The day passed and I went home. Iâm quite in a good mood as I was one of the few students who got high marks in our exams. When I got home, I happily tell my parents about it.
âWow! Thatâs great! All of our efforts are worth it because youâre studying very well.â My dad happily said.
Iâm pleased to see my parents very happy because somehow, I reciprocated their efforts and love for me.
Before I go to bed that night, I picked up my favorite book and looked at the four-leaf clover I tucked in its pages. Before going to bed I used to ponder on what had happened all day, and now I have realized something. Every day, my parents never failed to give me so much love and just understood how lucky I am to have them because my parents are willing to sacrifice everything just to secure my future and well-being. But luck seems not likely to happen if one does not try hard enough to achieve their goals. Just like what happened with my exams, I got high remarks because I worked hard on them. Also, the child I helped earlier, just felt happy and lucky to be alive. And so, I realized luck is not all about having a four-leaf clover or any myth that would bring you luck instead I thought it was because every day we feel love, faith, hope, and luck and we just sometimes donât notice it. Other people can make us feel loved or vice-versa. We can give each other the same amount of love, faith, hope, and luck just like what I gave to the vagrant child and to my parents. Because I was worked so hard, I made other people happy and loved.
short story by: Hazel Anne A. Ruiz
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