Yugan bounced excitedly beside his grandfather, eyes bright as he received the mysterious seed. The old man’s gentle hands closed around Yugan’s, transferring the seed with a smile. "Grandfather, will this seed really grow into a big tree?" "If you care for it, my boy, it surely will," his grandfather replied, his voice warm and full of hope.

With a heart full of dreams, Yugan watered the seed, his mind already picturing a towering tree with branches stretching to the sky. For two days, he visited the patch, pouring water and whispering encouragement. "Grow strong and tall, little seed," he said, watching droplets soak into the ground.

Distractions pulled Yugan away—games, stories, and laughter indoors. Time slipped by, and the seed was forgotten. The garden grew wild, and the boy’s promise faded like the evening light.

Yugan[/@ch_1] rushes outside, panic in his step. The earth is brittle, the seed’s spot now marked only by dried leaves and tangled weeds. The sky is overcast, and a gentle breeze rustles the neglected plants.] Yugan knelt beside the patch, heart sinking as he realized his seed had withered away. Tears welled in his eyes, and he stared at the ground, sorrowful. "Grandfather... the seed is gone," he whispered, voice trembling.

Yugan[/@ch_1], pointing toward the tangled mess of green. His presence is calm, his gaze thoughtful, and the air carries the scent of earth and rain.] "My dear grandson, please take a look at the weeds grown all around the garden," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "Why do you want me to look at them, Grandfather?" Yugan asked, puzzled. "If you want a fruitful tree, you need to spend time for it and water the seed responsibly. Wishes alone won't make it grow,"

Yugan[/@ch_1] looks at his grandfather, understanding dawning in his eyes. The weeds sway gently, reminders of neglect, but the garden still holds promise.] Yugan nodded, determination replacing sorrow. He realized that dreams needed effort, and hope must be nurtured. With renewed resolve, he turned to his grandfather, ready to try again. "Next time, I’ll care for the seed every day," he promised, and his grandfather smiled, knowing the lesson had taken root.