She took one of the mysterious seeds and tossed it. The five year-old son watched as his mother put soil over it. Why is she putting that mysterious seed under the soil?, he wondered.
“Do you know,” the mother said, “what will happen to this seed someday?”
He shook his head.
She smiled. “This is going to be a beautiful tree with lovely fruit.”
He wondered whether this was true.
She continued. “Do you know that on the ninth day…?”
The years passed and thirty years later the son stood again at the spot where his mother had buried the seed. But now the seed had grown and become a beautiful tree with golden fruit. A girl approached and he put his arms around her.
“My mother used to say that on the ninth day God created a mysterious seed that could bare golden fruit. But God—afraid that men would discover it—took the seed and planted it in heaven. That is why people thought that nine was a lucky number.
“Your mother likes to manufacture stories,” the girl said.
“Yes. But I’d like to believe in them—especially the one about the mysterious seed.”
Albert H., from Bulacan, Philippines is a fourth year high school student.
© 2008 Albert H. Original for CCF (Albert H. grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
* CCF does not publish students' last names on the work they submit for publication.
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