Do you believe that an expectant mother’s dream will affect her baby’s life? In my country people did.
We believed the dreams of those mothers’ were signs. A dragon might be the sign of a strong boy, or jewelry could mean babies’ rich life. Mothers wanted nice and uncommon dreams for their babies, or attempted to interpret the dreams splendid and rare. A mother would even buy a nice dream from her belongings if she didn’t have one. We still believe it now but with a little difference. It’s because of a quite ordinary story that happened a couple hundred years ago.
Jill was an ordinary girl because her mother got an ordinary dream for her, an apple tree. Her mother tried to interpret it more uncommon but couldn’t. How could an apple tree be uncommon when there were several apple trees in front of her house? She knew that her daughter, Jill, would have an ordinary life with those apple trees. A sign couldn’t be changed.
However, Jill enjoyed her ordinary life. As a 17-year-old girl, she didn’t have talents as the other girls with uncommon dreams, and she was not as attractive as some girls with picturesque dreams. She was so ordinary that she caught nobody’s eye. But she enjoyed her life. She liked her affable parents, her vivacious dog, their old house, the tranquil village and kindly people there. Especially she liked those apple trees because she knew they were her dreams. She treated the apple trees as her friends and tended them very carefully. For this reason, they grew very well.
In an afternoon, when she was reading a book to the trees, a young man came in front of her.
“Excuse me, miss, ” he said. “Would you please give me some water? I’ve walked all day.”
“I don’t have water now, but,” Jill took an apple from her apron, “do you like apples?”
“Sure,” he took it with smile. “Thank you.”
Jill looked at him eating the apple. He looked gentle and handsome. His mother must have given him a wonderful dream. Why did a person with a good dream walk around here?
“Are you a traveler?” Jill asked him.
“Sometimes,” he swallowed that bite and said. “I like seeking novel things, so I like traveling. Yes, I travel a lot.”
“So, I guess this is the most ordinary village on your trip, right?” Jill said.
“Not really,” the traveler paused. “In a novelist’s eye, most things are not ordinary. Even the sky is different blue everywhere. Maybe this village is such a peaceful place, but I am trying the most delicious apple of the world here.”
“You are,” Jill was happy that he complimented on her apples. “I sing for them, read to them, and protect them from the insects. These trees are my friends. The first thing I do after I wake up is to take a look at them. That’s why...”
“That’s why I am eating the best apple,” the traveler laughed, and then he became serious. “I think you should take your apples to the palace. The King is always looking for unique things.”
“I know that,” Jill said. “But you must be joking. My dream is just an apple tree. That means I am that ordinary. All I have are just these common apples.”
“Even the sky is different blue,” the traveler finished his apple. “If you don’t try, you won’t know how the ordinary is unique.”
Jill couldn’t sleep well that night. Nobody ever liked her apples so much, and it made her cheerful. The traveler gave her confidence. If her apples were the best, she wanted to recommend them to the King and share with all the people in the kingdom.
In the second day, she brought a basket of apples to the palace and saw the King. When she told the King that she wanted to recommend her apples, everybody in the palace laughed.
“Apples?” the King said. “You mean golden apples?”
“No,” Jill said. “They are...they are just apples.”
“How unique are your apples?” the King asked her. “I eat apples everyday, and usually I drink apple juice. They are so common.”
“My apples are the best,” Jill said, and people laughed again. “If you don’t try, you won’t know how the ordinary is unique.”
While the King was looking at those common apples in that common basket and thinking about whether he should try, there came a voice.
“I wanna try,” Prince Edward walked into the palace, stepped in front of Jill, and gave her a smile. And she discovered he was actually the traveler. Edward took an apple from the basket and tasted it.
“My King,” he said to his father, “it’s the best delicious apple I’ve ever tried. I can feel how she made the ordinary so unique with all her mind.”
“And,” then he turned to Jill, “I can feel how unique she is.” Jill lowered her head bashfully. It’s the first time she felt she was so unique.
After this ordinary story, people in my country changed the viewpoints of mothers’ dreams. We believe that whether your dream is ordinary or not, being yourself is unique. Now mothers like the dreams of birds, sheep or some common fruits. Some of them want to dream of the rocks. They know their babies will make them uncommon.
Let me tell you the end of this ordinary story. At Jill and Edward’s wedding, she asked him the question finally.
“Maybe I made my dream unique,” she said. “But how is yours? Do you believe in your dream?”
“I do.” Edward said. “It said I would meet a perhaps ordinary but kindliest sweetest, and most beautiful girl. That’s you. My unique apple.”
They had a novelist happy life and governed the kingdom as well as the apple trees.
We believed the dreams of those mothers’ were signs. A dragon might be the sign of a strong boy, or jewelry could mean babies’ rich life. Mothers wanted nice and uncommon dreams for their babies, or attempted to interpret the dreams splendid and rare. A mother would even buy a nice dream from her belongings if she didn’t have one. We still believe it now but with a little difference. It’s because of a quite ordinary story that happened a couple hundred years ago.
Jill was an ordinary girl because her mother got an ordinary dream for her, an apple tree. Her mother tried to interpret it more uncommon but couldn’t. How could an apple tree be uncommon when there were several apple trees in front of her house? She knew that her daughter, Jill, would have an ordinary life with those apple trees. A sign couldn’t be changed.
However, Jill enjoyed her ordinary life. As a 17-year-old girl, she didn’t have talents as the other girls with uncommon dreams, and she was not as attractive as some girls with picturesque dreams. She was so ordinary that she caught nobody’s eye. But she enjoyed her life. She liked her affable parents, her vivacious dog, their old house, the tranquil village and kindly people there. Especially she liked those apple trees because she knew they were her dreams. She treated the apple trees as her friends and tended them very carefully. For this reason, they grew very well.
In an afternoon, when she was reading a book to the trees, a young man came in front of her.
“Excuse me, miss, ” he said. “Would you please give me some water? I’ve walked all day.”
“I don’t have water now, but,” Jill took an apple from her apron, “do you like apples?”
“Sure,” he took it with smile. “Thank you.”
Jill looked at him eating the apple. He looked gentle and handsome. His mother must have given him a wonderful dream. Why did a person with a good dream walk around here?
“Are you a traveler?” Jill asked him.
“Sometimes,” he swallowed that bite and said. “I like seeking novel things, so I like traveling. Yes, I travel a lot.”
“So, I guess this is the most ordinary village on your trip, right?” Jill said.
“Not really,” the traveler paused. “In a novelist’s eye, most things are not ordinary. Even the sky is different blue everywhere. Maybe this village is such a peaceful place, but I am trying the most delicious apple of the world here.”
“You are,” Jill was happy that he complimented on her apples. “I sing for them, read to them, and protect them from the insects. These trees are my friends. The first thing I do after I wake up is to take a look at them. That’s why...”
“That’s why I am eating the best apple,” the traveler laughed, and then he became serious. “I think you should take your apples to the palace. The King is always looking for unique things.”
“I know that,” Jill said. “But you must be joking. My dream is just an apple tree. That means I am that ordinary. All I have are just these common apples.”
“Even the sky is different blue,” the traveler finished his apple. “If you don’t try, you won’t know how the ordinary is unique.”
Jill couldn’t sleep well that night. Nobody ever liked her apples so much, and it made her cheerful. The traveler gave her confidence. If her apples were the best, she wanted to recommend them to the King and share with all the people in the kingdom.
In the second day, she brought a basket of apples to the palace and saw the King. When she told the King that she wanted to recommend her apples, everybody in the palace laughed.
“Apples?” the King said. “You mean golden apples?”
“No,” Jill said. “They are...they are just apples.”
“How unique are your apples?” the King asked her. “I eat apples everyday, and usually I drink apple juice. They are so common.”
“My apples are the best,” Jill said, and people laughed again. “If you don’t try, you won’t know how the ordinary is unique.”
While the King was looking at those common apples in that common basket and thinking about whether he should try, there came a voice.
“I wanna try,” Prince Edward walked into the palace, stepped in front of Jill, and gave her a smile. And she discovered he was actually the traveler. Edward took an apple from the basket and tasted it.
“My King,” he said to his father, “it’s the best delicious apple I’ve ever tried. I can feel how she made the ordinary so unique with all her mind.”
“And,” then he turned to Jill, “I can feel how unique she is.” Jill lowered her head bashfully. It’s the first time she felt she was so unique.
After this ordinary story, people in my country changed the viewpoints of mothers’ dreams. We believe that whether your dream is ordinary or not, being yourself is unique. Now mothers like the dreams of birds, sheep or some common fruits. Some of them want to dream of the rocks. They know their babies will make them uncommon.
Let me tell you the end of this ordinary story. At Jill and Edward’s wedding, she asked him the question finally.
“Maybe I made my dream unique,” she said. “But how is yours? Do you believe in your dream?”
“I do.” Edward said. “It said I would meet a perhaps ordinary but kindliest sweetest, and most beautiful girl. That’s you. My unique apple.”
They had a novelist happy life and governed the kingdom as well as the apple trees.
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