The Morning Blessing

The sun stretched its golden arms across Juice Jam Bay, waking the flowers with a kiss of light.

Birds chirped softly, and the sweet smell of mango trees floated through the warm morning air.

Jah Jah ran barefoot along the garden path, chasing a bright blue butterfly that danced just ahead.

His laughter tangled with the breeze, soft and light.

He slowed when he spotted Mama Juna, kneeling beneath the great old mango tree.

She was humming a low, sweet song, so soft that even the leaves seemed to lean closer to listen.

Without opening her eyes, Mama Juna smiled.

“You feel that, little one?” she whispered.

Jah Jah nodded, though he wasn’t sure if she meant the music, the breeze, or the warm flutter growing inside his chest.

Mama Juna opened her basket and pulled out a golden mango.

It glowed in her hands like a tiny sun.

She placed the mango carefully into Jah Jah’s small hands.

“Everything you touch today,” she said, her voice like the hush of morning dew,

“let it grow sweeter because of you.”

Jah Jah pressed the mango against his heart, feeling its warmth, feeling her words settle deep inside him like seeds ready to bloom.

With a soft smile, he turned and padded down the path, the garden swirling around him in color and song.

Mama Juna watched him go, her smile blooming as bright as the flowers at her feet.

In Juice Jam Bay, even the smallest hands could carry the biggest magic.