"Everyone has a story," continued the story.

🕯️ "Candlelight in my heart." 🕯️

In a small village by a stream, there is a girl named Kaew and a boy named Early. Both have been close friends since they were small, always like to run around in the fields and help adults work.

One day, while they helped Grandma collect firewood, Glass complained...

"Why are you tired like this every day, Grandma? We don't have a lot of money. We don't have anything valuable."

Grandma smiled a little in the corner of the mouth and replied that...The most valuable things are not seen with your eyes, but with your heart.

Early listened and wondered, but said nothing.

That night, the village went out, and the only light left was a small candle in Grandma's house, so Glass and Tree borrowed the light from Grandma to light the candle in their own house.

Grandma said that...Take it, son, but don't forget that...This single candle will not run out if we share it with others.

The children didn't understand it, but they followed it when they lit the candle for their neighbors, one... two... until the whole village lit up.

The tree looked at the candlelight swaying and speaking softly. We divided a lot, but the fire still didn't go out.

Grandma chuckled, like the heart of a person. If we have compassion and share, the good will not decrease, but will continue to increase, like the light of a candle.

That night, Glass and Tree sat looking at the candlelight with their hearts warming, and they both learned that...

The most precious thing in life is not the thing in hand, but the light of goodness in the heart.

And since then, they have always helped the people of the village like a little candle that never goes out.

"This tale teaches that."

🌿 when we share with a pure heart, happiness will not be depleted, but will increase like endless candlelight shining against each other. 🌿