The Fairy Who Didn't Like Her Name

We, people sometimes hate our names because of some reasons. But we should be proud of the names our parents gave us. Every name has it's own significance and uniqueness. Honestly, when I was still young I really, really don't like my name because it is hard to pronounce and spell but when I understand its origin and meaning, now I understand how beautiful my name is. I am going to share with you a story, once my grandma use to tell me. It is entitled, "The Fairy Who Didn't Like Her Name."

Hyacinth was a very unhappy little fairy. You see, she did not like her name. "All the other Spring Fairies have such pretty sounding names," she told an earthworm who had heard her crying, and popped up to see what was the matter.

"Snowdrop, crocus, tulip and daffodil are lovely names. Why does mine have to be a Hyacinth?" "I think I can see why you Spring Fairies have these names," said the earthworm. "They are all the names of beautiful spring flowers. Look."

"There's a dainty snowdrop, an elegant crocus, a proud daffodil, a beautiful tulip and ...
... a hyacinth."
"There. You see," said Hyacinth, crossly, "MY flower isn't even pretty." "I'm sure it will be lovely soon," replied the earthworm, hopefully.

Hyacinth curled up in a flower and fell fast asleep.

When she awoke, the sun was already high in the sky. A beautiful sight greeted her.

The hyancinth burst into flower. Lots of pretty, sweet smelling, pale pink blossoms on each and every stalk. The little fairy smiled and said, "I am so glad my name is Hyacinth. It really is the best spring flower.

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