Thumbelina: Wishing for a Speedy Recovery

No. 60 The story introduced this time

Here, we compile tear-jerking stories from bulletin boards like 2channel (now 5channel) and other trending topics, along with videos uploaded to YouTube, as "stories so good they bring tears to your eyes."

The story introduced this time is a post by a man who used to work at a flower shop, detailing his memories of a young girl who came to buy flowers.

There was a video based on this story, so I will introduce it as well.

Regarding the posting date

Summary siteI was able to confirm the post from January 4, 2006, but please forgive me if I am mistaken.

Post content

Around this time, about six years ago, I was working at a flower shop. Every day, I stood at the storefront wearing an apron.

One day, a girl who looked to be about a first-grader in elementary school came to buy flowers by herself.

She was wearing a pale beige sweater and a pink plaid skirt.

Her hair, cut to shoulder length, swayed adorably every time she moved.

She stood in front of the flower cooler, choosing flowers with a serious expression.

It wasn't Mother's Day or Christmas, so I wondered who the gift was for and watched her for a while.

She looked here and there, and since she seemed to be having trouble deciding because she was so earnest, I called out to her, "Are you giving these to someone? Is it a birthday?"

The girl shook her head. She said, "I'm giving them to my mom."

When I asked, "Does your mom like flowers?" she nodded.

I tried my best to smile, thinking she might be too nervous to speak if a guy like me talked to her.

However, hearing the unexpected words from the girl's mouth made my chest tighten.

"My daddy died. My mommy isn't feeling well. So I'm giving her flowers."

She was choosing the flowers so earnestly while saying those words. I felt like I was going to explode with the urge to cry.

"I see... I'm sure your mom will be happy." I couldn't keep up the smile anymore.

When I asked her more about it, I learned that her father had passed away recently, that she sometimes saw her mother crying, and that when she asked her grandmother how to make her mother feel better, she was told that flowers would be good.

I ran behind the register, crouched down, quickly wiped away my tears, and slapped my cheeks to pull myself together.

"Which one shall we choose? What does your mom like?"

"I want this one."

She was pointing at a tulip.

A vivid, bright orange color.

"Yes, tulips are cute. Well then, I'll put a ribbon on it, so please wait a moment."

The girl watched quietly and patiently.

"I hope your mom gets better soon."

"Yes."

She hugged the finished bouquet carefully and gave me a big smile.

"Thank you."

I waved my hand and said, "Take care. Bye-bye."

I expected her to wave back energetically, but she gave a polite bow instead.

Seeing the little girl bow, I reached my limit.

Tears overflowed like a downpour and I couldn't stop them.

Was there nothing else I could have said, nothing else I could have done?

It's always at times like that that nothing comes to mind.

Suddenly, I made up my mind and chased after the running girl.

"Wait a second!" She turned around, looking puzzled.

"Wait just a moment."

I hurriedly wrapped a tiny, tiny tulip potted plant that had just arrived in the shop and wrote "Wishing you a speedy recovery" in hiragana on a message card.

That was the first time I heard her name.

I added, "From Mika."

"Please give this to her as a gift, too. This is a tulip called Thumbelina. Isn't it cute?"

"Yes. Thank you."

Once again, she gave me an even better smile than before.

"Bye-bye. Thank you."

"Bye-bye!"

It was a smile brighter than any flower.

A few days later, her mother, grandmother, and Mika-chan came to the shop.

They had come all the way just to thank me.

They ordered a bouquet of pink tulips.

"She likes pink. Since I like orange, it seems she chose orange the other day."

Mika-chan was just smiling.

Holding the bouquet looking truly happy, she looked up at her mother and grandmother in turn.

"I'm glad for you."

Her grandmother stroked her head.

Her mother watched her with a gentle expression.

"Yes!"

Her mother must have surely recovered.

Little Mika-chan's smile must still be shining brightly even now.

Videos

I would like to introduce some videos that were created based on this story.

Nikorun (Channel)

(2ch) Laughing and Crying Heartwarming 'LAN' (Channel)

(2ch) Time-killing Channel 'LAN' (Channel)

Moving Stories (Channel)

[2ch Moving Thread] 2ch Moving/Tear-jerking Stories Live [2ch Interesting Threads] (Channel)

In Conclusion

My note articles are not intended for profit.
I am simply writing these articles because I want to share a story that moved me to tears with all of you.

However, if there are any issues regarding 'copyright' or similar, please let me know and I will delete them.

Furthermore, the header image used was created using materials from Irasutoya.

Thank you for taking your time to read until the end.