"What is that boy doing?" The little eager eyes were looking at a boy standing near a fountain in the middle of the park.
"He is throwing coins", her mother replied.
"Why?", she asked.
"It is a wishing well, dear. Some people feel that by throwing a coin in the fountain, your wish will come true."
"Can I have one, please?" The little girl started jumping restlessly. Her mother fumbled through her wallet and took out a penny. The girl grabbed the penny and rushed towards the fountain and threw the coin aimlessly. As the coin plopped into the water, she squealed with joy. She ran back to her mother.
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"Did you see that, did you?" The look of pure delight in her eyes was priceless.
"Can I have one more coin, please?"
The reluctant mother took out another penny. Her daughter snatched the penny and grabbed her mother's hand. She pulled her close to the fountain. Then, again in a casual way, she tossed the penny into the fountain, waiting to hear the plop, as if that was all that mattered in the world.
Unmistakable laughter - pure and hearty - filled the air.
"One more, please.....one, only one.....please", she pleaded to her mother.
This time, her mother took out a handful of coins, and started giving them to her one by one. And she couldn't resist smiling at her simple pleasure. With every plop, there was a moment of a bellyful of laughter. After sometime, both the mother and her daughter were laughing their heads off.
"No more coins left, dear", Mother said. "Let's go."
"My wish came true Ma", the little girl confessed as they walked away from the fountain.
Mother stopped. "What wish?", she asked.
"I wanted to see you laugh, and the fountain fulfilled my wish. You were sad today. I didn't like that."
Mother was stunned. She was so little but she observed so much.
"You did not laugh at first Ma. But later, as I kept throwing the coins, you started feeling happy too. It is a wishing well Ma. We will come here often."
Mother hugged the little one tightly. She had never realized how much her daughter understood. As for the wishing well, perhaps, some wishes were meant to come true. Or perhaps, for wishes to be fulfilled, all you needed was a simple heart that never stopped trying.
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