Mira opens the brown paper envelope and pulls out a single tiny seed. She digs a small hole in her backyard dirt with her toy trowel, drops the seed in, and pats the soil flat.
She waits all day but the dirt stays just dirt. Mira checks the spot again at sunset — still nothing. She thinks maybe the seed is asleep.
The next morning, Mira returns with a second seed and plants it beside the first one. She waters both seeds until the dirt goes dark and soggy.
Nothing comes up. Still just dirt. Mira taps the soil with her finger and wonders where her seeds went. Maybe seeds need more patience, she thinks.
On the third day, Mira kneels in the dirt and plants a third seed. She presses her face close and hopes the seed will come up.
A tiny green curl breaks the soil. She holds her breath, then looks again. Her grin spreads wide. She didn't imagine it — something actually grew!
She stares at the sprout in delight and thinks this is the best news ever. She decides to name it Sprout and promises to keep watering.
Mira brings more seeds — red, yellow, purple — planting each one with care every day. Her hands get dirty and she doesn't mind.
Weeks pass and her garden becomes a thick wall of leaves and stems. Mira checks it every morning, watching it grow taller.
Then, one morning, she runs outside and gasps. EVERYTHING explodes into color at once. The garden that was just green is now a firework of blooming flowers.
Mira stands in her rainbow garden, hands on her hips, eyes wide. She thinks the garden has never looked this magical.
A butterfly lands on her nose and she giggles. She thinks she has never seen anything so beautiful.
