Still ours to Tell

 The sun is sinking, and the horizon fades,

Morning dawns, and the whole world wakes.
Now that darkness holds the baton,
My heart still aches, but I'll be okay.

I know the way home just like I always knew.
It doesn't matter what tomorrow brings,
Because I'm here now with you.

I can see that for both of us,
It's getting harder to go on.
It's a bittersweet story,
But it's still ours to tell.

When we speak about you,
I'll always say
You changed my life for the better.

Even though these days are hard,
My love for you will never change.
You showed me what life is all about,
And made every moment worth the wait.

If the night should steal the light,
I'll carry every memory we made.
Every laugh, every tear, every silent prayer
Will forever guide my way.

I can see that for both of us,
It's getting harder to go on.
Still, our story lives inside my heart,
A melody that carries on.

When I speak about you,
I'll always say
You changed my life forever.
And no matter where tomorrow leads,
My love will always stay.

You showed me what life is all about,
You gave my heart a place to stay.
Through every season, every dawn,
You'll be the light that leads my way.

Though time may pass and days may change,
One truth will never fade—
Loving you has made this life
Forever worth the wait.

Adam and the Lonely Backpack

After finishing their shopping, Adam and his mom stopped by a small second-hand store near home. While Mom looked through a rack of coats, Adam wandered toward a bin of old bags and backpacks.

Suddenly, he heard a tiny, muffled voice.

“Oh… hello there.”

Adam knelt down. At the bottom of the bin, half-hidden under a faded lunchbox, was a small blue backpack with a zipper that looked a little stuck.

“Hi!” Adam said softly. “Did you just talk to me?”

“I did,” whispered the backpack. “I’m sorry—I don’t meet many people who can hear me. Most just walk right past.”

Adam gently pulled the backpack out. “Why are you in this bin all alone?”

“I’ve been here for weeks,” said the backpack sadly. “My last owner grew up and didn’t need me anymore. I miss carrying books and pencils and feeling useful. But… my main zipper is a little stiff. People see that and put me back down.”

Adam stroked the fabric. “You’re not broken. You just need a little care.”

Just then, Mom came over. “What did you find, sweetie?”

“Mom, this backpack is lonely. It wants a new home. Can we get it?”

Mom knelt and examined the backpack. “Well, the zipper does stick a bit. Are you sure it’s the one you want?”

“Yes,” Adam said. “I talked to it. It told me it used to love going to school. And it promised to carry my library books if I promise to be gentle with its zipper.”

Mom smiled. “That’s a very kind reason. Let me check the inside pockets—make sure there are no rips and that it’s clean.” She opened the main compartment, found it dusty but otherwise fine, and nodded. “Okay. We can wash it at home and maybe put a little wax on the zipper. I think this backpack just needs some love.”

Adam hugged the backpack gently. “Did you hear that? You’re coming home with us!”

The backpack’s voice perked up. “Really? Oh, thank you, Adam! I’ll be the best backpack you’ve ever had.”

As they paid at the counter, Adam held the backpack against his chest. Mom put her hand on his shoulder. “You have a gift, Adam. Not everyone listens to things the way you do.”

“I just think everything wants to be loved,” Adam said.

And that night, after Mom fixed the zipper, the little blue backpack sat proudly on Adam’s desk, ready for its very first adventure with its new best friend.

Adam and His Adventures with Things: The Brave Little Kite

 One breezy Saturday morning, Adam hurried into his garage searching for something fun to do. Hanging on the wall was a bright red kite with long blue ribbons dancing beneath it.

The kite suddenly spoke in a cheerful voice. “Adam, are we finally going flying today?”

Adam laughed softly. “Yes, we are. The wind is perfect outside.”

Beside the kite sat an old skateboard leaning against a dusty box. Its wheels squeaked as it spoke. “Flying sounds exciting, but don’t forget the wind can be tricky.”

The kite fluttered proudly. “I’m not afraid of a little wind!”

Adam carried both the kite and the skateboard to the big park near his neighbourhood. The trees swayed gently, and clouds drifted lazily across the bright sky. Families were picnicking while children raced across the grass.

“Ready?” Adam asked.

The kite wiggled with excitement. “Ready!”

Adam ran as fast as he could, holding the string tightly. At first, the kite stumbled and dipped toward the ground.

“Oh dear!” cried the kite. “Maybe I can’t fly after all.”

From below, the old skateboard called out, “Every great ride starts with a wobble. Try again!”

Adam smiled and kept running. This time, the wind caught the kite perfectly. Up, up, and higher it soared, dancing gracefully across the sky.

“I’m flying!” the kite shouted happily.

The blue ribbons twirled behind it like waves in the air. Birds passed nearby as if welcoming the kite into the clouds.

Meanwhile, Adam sat on the skateboard and rolled gently along the park path, laughing as the cool breeze brushed past him. The skateboard groaned playfully. “Careful on the turns, kid.”

As the afternoon sun began to lower, Adam reeled the kite back down. Its bright red surface was dusty now, and one ribbon had a tiny tear, but the kite looked proud.

“You were right,” the kite admitted to the skateboard. “The wind was tricky.”

The skateboard chuckled. “That’s how adventures work.”

Adam packed both of them carefully under his arms and walked home smiling.

Some things, he realised, were happiest when they were finally given the chance to do what they were made for.