I Fiori di Catia — Volume 2

On that late September day, the children flocked to the large city park, because everyone had heard about the garden of a thousand flowers.

Rosa, Matteo, Rossella, Catia, Julien, and Lorenzo called their friends and their friends’ friends, who all arrived there.

Lorenzo, Julien, and Matteo greeted them, smiling cheerfully.

The air was still mild, allowing them to sit in the sun without sweating. They remained seated on the soft grass, taking their time to express their ideas and exchange opinions.

Distinct, emotional, enthusiastic, and lively voices rose here and there.

“Thank you, daisy, for teaching me simplicity; in you, I found a fun flower, whose details I had never noticed before! And your name reminds me of my grandmother!” exclaims Rosa.

“I love cyclamens. They remind me of the mountains! They taught me how wonderful it is to find something to care for and feel the emotion that comes from that gesture,” says Matteo.

“The rose is beautiful, but it has a lot of thorns. Maybe sometimes I also sting, when I make Mom and Dad angry, but that's the only way their love for me grows even stronger…” reflects Rossella, so small yet already so profound.

“Thank you, mallow, for teaching me the value of adapting, even when I don’t like a situation; you, who sprout there, amidst dusty pebbles, without needing much care…” says Catia with an emotional voice.