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“I hate my name!” Blossom shouted at her mother as soon as they got home from school. “The kids all tease me—they say it sounds like a name for a pig.” She was teary-eyed and red-faced.
“How could they be so mean? Just who was teasing?” Mom asked.
“Maria, Lisa, and even Sam,” Blossom sobbed. “They kept saying, piggy, piggy, piggy!”
“That’s terrible. Sit here and let me tell you about your name, honey,” Mom said as she set out the milk and cookies. “First of all, Sam’s been calling you Blossom for two years in the neighborhood. He never thought it was funny before.”
“Yeah, but at school he just pointed at me and teased, too.”
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“We named you Blossom because it’s so special. You were such a beautiful baby, we thought you were just like a flower.”
Blossom sniffed, “Really?” She took a sip of milk.
“But you’re better than most flowers, because you have so much promise. Most flowers wilt after some time. But remember that apricot tree in the yard? All winter, it was bare except for a few shriveled leaves from last fall. Now it has lots of beautiful white flowers, called blossoms.”
“Oh,” Blossom said, with huge eyes. She took a bite of cookie.
Mom continued, “And the best part is, they’ll each develop into a delicious fruit. It’s God’s plan. So we wanted your name to express all that.”
“Can I have another cookie? I want to take it over to Sam when I tell him. Poor guy—he just has a regular name.”
Corinne, this was a delightful story with such a good message and perfect ending. Well done. It just needs a tiny edit to remove a note about half way through, "Torrance/Blossom page 2". Other than that, I wouldn't change a thing. It's just right. With love, Deb