The sun was setting over the valley, casting a golden glow on the fields of wildflowers. Anna loved this time of day, when she could wander among the blossoms and admire their beauty. She had always been fascinated by flowers, especially the ones that had been around for millions of years. She liked to imagine what they had witnessed in their long history, what secrets they held in their petals.
She had a book with her, a gift from her grandfather. It was an old and worn volume, full of illustrations and descriptions of ancient flowers. He had told her that he had found it in a dusty bookstore in London, and that it was very rare and valuable. He had given it to her on her tenth birthday, saying that she was the only one who would appreciate it as much as he did.
Anna opened the book and flipped through the pages, looking for a flower that matched the ones she saw around her. She found one that looked familiar, a purple and yellow star-shaped flower with a long stem. She read the name: "Aster amellus". The book said that it was one of the oldest flowers in the world, dating back to the Cretaceous period, when dinosaurs roamed the earth. It also said that it had medicinal properties, and that it was used by ancient Greeks and Romans to treat wounds and infections.
Anna smiled and plucked one of the flowers from the ground. She held it close to her nose and breathed in its sweet scent. She felt a connection to the past, to the people and creatures who had admired this flower before her. She wondered if they had felt the same way she did, if they had sensed its magic and mystery.
She decided to take the flower home with her, to press it in her book and keep it as a souvenir. She tucked it into her pocket and closed the book. She looked at the sky and saw that it was getting dark. She realized that she had lost track of time, and that her mother would be worried about her. She got up and started to walk back to the farmhouse, where she lived with her parents and siblings.
She hoped that her grandfather would visit soon, so she could show him her discovery and thank him for his gift. She also hoped that he would tell her more stories about ancient flowers, about their origins and meanings and legends. She loved listening to his tales, which always filled her with wonder and curiosity.
She thought that maybe one day, she would become a botanist like him, and travel the world to study and collect ancient flowers. She dreamed of discovering new species, of naming them after herself or her grandfather, of writing books about them. She thought that it would be the most amazing thing ever.
She reached the farmhouse and saw her mother waiting for her at the door. She smiled and ran towards her, hugging her tightly. She told her about her adventure in the fields, about the book and the flower. Her mother listened patiently and nodded along, but Anna could tell that she didn't share her enthusiasm. She knew that her mother wanted her to be more practical and realistic, to focus on chores and schoolwork and helping out at home.
Anna didn't mind. She knew that her mother loved her, even if she didn't understand her passion for ancient flowers. She knew that she had a special gift, a way of seeing beauty and wonder in things that others overlooked or ignored. She knew that she had a friend in her grandfather, who encouraged and supported her dreams and knew she had to let the world know of the precious ancient flower.
About the Creator
Hilda Mwangi
Writing is my passion and way of life. As a self-published writer, I create stories that inspire, inform, and connect. Through any art—writing, photography, or music—we all have a voice to share, leaving a lasting impact on the world.



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